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! P R E F A C E. 

lieing to appear anew * in the World, It may be 
cxpe^edy that I ihould fay fomething cpncerning 
thefe enfuing Trifles, which I fhall endeavour to do 
with as much Briefnefs, as I did before what 1 laft 
publilh'd in this Kind. 

I doubt not but the Reader will think me guilty 
of an high Prefumption, in adventuring upon a 
Tranilation ofT/je Art of Poetry^ ^itt two fuch great 
Hands as have gone before me in the fame. Attempts : 
I need not acquaint him, that I mean Ben John/on^ 
and the Earl of Rofconmony the one being of fo efta* 
hlifhed an Authority, that whatever he did is held as 
facred ; the other having lately performed it with fuch 
admirable Succefs, as almod cuts off all Hope in any 
after-Pretenders, of ever coming up to what he has 
I done. Howbeit, when I let him know, that it was a 
Taik impofed upon me, and not what I voluntarily 
engaged in, I hope he will be the more favourable ia 

^ • This Preface was wrote in the Year x68i. 

Vol. II. A 



bis Cenfurcs. I woold indeed rtrj willingly have 
war'd the Undenaking opon the loffeHDcntioned Ac- 
coant, and mgcd it as a RealoK lor my declining 
the fame, hot it woold not be allowed as fuiScient to 
exciiie me therefrom. Wherefore, being prcrailed 
upon €0 make an Efiay, I fell to thinking of fome 
Coorfe, whereby I might ierre my (elf of the Advan- 
tages, which thoie that went before me, have either 
sot minded, or fcnipoloofly abridged themfelves of. 
This I fbon imagined was to be eilcded, by putting 
Horace into a more modern Dreis than hitherto he has 
appeared in ; that is, by makig him fjpeak, as if he 
were living and writing now. I therefore refblved to 
alter the Scene fron* Romt to Lmdm^ and to make ufe 
of EngUJb Names of Men, Places and Codoms, where 
the Parallel would decently permit, which I conceiv* 
ed, would give a Kind of new Air to the Poem, and 
render it more agreeable to die Relilh of the prefent 

With thefe C6nfideratk>ns I let opon the Work, 
and pnrfaed it accordingly. I have not, I acknow- 
lege, been over nice in keeping to the Words of the 
Original, for that were to tranfgrefs a Rule therein 
contained. Neverthelefs, I have been religiouily drift 
to its Stnfe, and cxprefs'd it in as plain and intcUi* 

PREFACE:. ill 

gible a Manner as the Subjedl would bear* Where 
I may be thought to have varied from it (which is 
not above once or twice* and in PafTages not much 
material) the fkilful Reader will perceive, 'twas ne- 
ceiTary for carrying on my propofed Deiign ; and the 
Author himfelf, were he alive again, would (I be- 
lieve) forgive me. 1 have been careful to avoid StifF- 
nefs, and made it my Endeavour to hit (as near as I 
could) the eafy and familiar Way of writing, which 
is peculiar to Horace in his Epiftles, and was his pro- 
per Talent above any of Mankind. After all, 'tis 
humbly fubmitted to the Judgment of the truly 
Knowing, how I have acquitted myfelf herein. Let 
the Succefs be what it will, I (hall not, however, 
wholly repent of my Undertaking, being (I reckon) 
in fome Meafure recompenfed for my Pains, by the 
Advantage 1 have reaped, of fixing thefe admirable 
Rules of Senfe fo well in my Memory. 

The Satire and QJes of the Authorr which follow 
next in Order, I have tranflated after the fame liber- 
tine Way. Jn them alfo I laboured under the Difad- 
vantages of coming after other Perfons. The Satire 
had been made into a Scene by Ben Jehnfon-, in a 
Play of his, calPd The Peetafier. After 1 had finifhed 
my Imitation thereof, I came to learn, that it had 

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bceh done likewife by Dr. Sprats and fin ce, I have 
had the Sight of it amongft the printed Tranflaiions 
of Horacth Works. The OJes arc there done too, 
but not fo excellently well, as to difcourage any far- 
ther Endeavours. If thefc of mine meet with good 
Entertainment in the World, I may perhaps find 
Leifare to attempt fome other of them, which at pre« 
fent fuffer as much from their Tranilators, as tho 
Pfalms of David from Steruhxtld and Hopkins. 

. The two facred Odes I defign'd not to have made 
publick now, forafmuch as they might feem unfit to 
appear among Subjeds of this Nature, and were in- 
tended to come forth apart, in Company of others of 
their own Kind. But having fufi'er'd Copies of them 
to ftraggle abroad in Manufcript, and remembering 
the Fate of fome other Pieces of mine, which have for- 
merly flolen into the Prefs, without my Leave or llnow- 
ledge, and been expos'd to the World abominably 
falfe and uncorreft ; to prevent the fame Misfortune, 
likely enough to befal thefe, I have been perfuaded 
to yield my Confent to their publiihing ambngll the 
reft. Nor is the printing of fuch Mifcellanits alto- 
gether fo unprefidented, but that it may be (ben in 
the Editions of Dr. Donne ^ and Mr. Cowley's Works, 
whiethcr done by their own Appointmenti or die fole 


DiredHon of the Stationers, I am not able to deter- 

As for the two Effays out of Greei, they were 
occafioned by a Report, that fome found Fault with 
the Roughnefs of my Satires formerly publiihed, 
though upon what Ground they ihould do it, I 
could be glad to be informed. Unlefs I am miftaken, 
there are not many Lines but will endure the read- 
ing without (hocking any Hearer, that is not too 
nice and cenforious. I confefs, I did not fo much 
mind the Cadence, as the Senfe and Expfeflivenefs 
of my Words, and therefore chofe not thofe which 
were befl difpofed to placing themfelves in Rhyme» 
but rather the mod keen and tuant, as being the 
mod fuitable to my Argument. And certainly, no 
one that pretends to diilinguifh the feveral Colours 
of Poetry, wosld expedl that Jwuenal^ when he is 
laihing of Vice and Villainy, fhould flow fo fmoochly 
as O'vid or Tihulluit when they are defcribing Amours 
and Gallantries, and having nothing to diflurb and 
rofiie the Evennefs of their Stile. 

Howbeit, to ihew that the Way I took was out of 
Choice, not Want of Judgment, and that tRy Ge^ 
nius is not wholly uncapable of performing upott 


more gay and agreeable Subjefb, if my Humour in- 
dined me to exercife it, I have pitched upon . the(e 
two, which the greateil Men of Senfe have allowed 
to be fome of the fofteft and tendered of all Antiqui^ 
ty« Nay, if we will believe Raping one of the beft 
Criticks which thefe latter Ages have produced ; they 
have no other Fault, than that they are too exquifite- 
ly delicate for the Charafler of PaftoraU which fhould 
not feem too laboured, and whofe chief Beauty is, an 
unaffedled Air of Plainnefs and bimplicity. 

That which laments the Death o£ Adonis ^ has been 
attempted in Latin by feveral great Maflers ; namely, 
Fulcaniust Deuza^ and Monjteur le Ft*vre, The lad of 
cf them has done it paraphraftically, but left good 
Fart of the Poem, toward the latter End, untouched, 
perhaps, becaufe he thought it not fo capable of Or- 
nament as the reft. Him I chiefly chofe to follow, as 
beirg moft agreeable to my Way of tranflatihg ; and 
where I was at a Lofs for Want of his Guidance, I 
was content to fleer by my own Fancy. 

The Tranflation of that upon Bion^ was begun by 
another Hand, as far as the firfl fifteen Verfes ; but 
who was the Author, I could never yet learn. 1 have 
been told that they were dpne by the Earl of Roche/- 



ter ; but I could not well believe it, both becaufe he 
feldom medled with fuch Subjedls, and more efpeci- 
aliy by Reafon of an uncorredt Line or two to be 
found amongft them, at their firft coming to my 
Handsj which never ufed to flow from his excellent 
Pen. Conceiving it to be in the Original, a Piece 
of as much Art, Grace and Tendernefs, as perhaps 
was ever offered to the Afhcs of a Poet, 1 thought fit 
to dedicate it to the Memory of that incomparable 
Perfon, of whom nothing can be faid or thought,. Co 
choice and curious, which his DcCtrts do not fur« 
mount. If it be thought mean to have borrowed the 
Senfe of Another to praife him in, yet at lead it ar- 
gues at the fame Time a Value and Reverence, that 
1 durft not think any Thing of my own, good 
enough for his Commendation. 

This is all which I judge material to be faid of 
thefe following Refveries. As for what others are to 
be found in the Parcel, I reckon them not worth 
mentioning in particular, but leave them wholly open 
and unguarded, to the Mercy of the Reader ; let him 
ixuke his Attacks, how and where he pleafe. 






Should fome ill Painter, in a wild Defign, 
To a Man's Head a Horfe's Shoulders join» 
Or Fifh's Tail to a fair Woman's Waift, 
Or draw the Limbs of many a different Beaft, 
Ill-match'd, and with as motly Feathers dreft I 
If you, by chance were to pafs by his Shop, 
Could you forbear from laughing at the Fop, 
And not believe him whim ileal or mad ? 
Credit me. Sir, .that Book is quite as bad. 
Vol. IL B 


As worthy Laughter, which throughout is filled 

With monftrous Inconfiftences, more vain ajnd wild. 

Than Jitk Mens Dreams, whoreheitTier Head norTail, 

Nor any Parts in due Proportion f^ll. 

But 'twill be {aid, AW ever did deny 

Painters and Poe^s ilmrfree Liheriy 

Of feigning any thing : We grant it true, 

And the fame Privilege crave, and allow ; 

But to mix Natures clearly oppoflte. 

To make the Serpent and the Dove unite. 

Or Lambs from favage Tygers feek Defence, 

Shocks Reafon, and the Rules of common Senfe, 

Some, who would have us think they meant to treat 
At firft on Arguments of greateft Weight, 
Are proud, when here and there a glittering Line 
Does through theMafs of their courfe Rubbiih ihin^; 
][n gay Digreflions they delight to rove, 
Defcribing here a Temple, there a Grcfve, 
A Vale enamel rd o'er with pleafant Stream«» 
A painted Rainbow, or the gliding Tbtcmet. 
But how does this relate to their De/ign •? 
f ho' good elfewhere, 'tis here but foifted in. 
A common Dawber may» perhaps, have Skill 
To paint a Tavern-Sign or Land&ip well ; 
But what is this to drawing of a Fight, 
A Wreck, •a Storm, or the hftjttd^meta rightt 


When the fair Model and Foand&tion fhews. 
That yao -Tome great E/curial would produce, 
How comes it dwindled to a Cottage thus ? 
Jq fine, whatever Work yon mean to fraaie» 
£e uniform, and every where the fame. 
Mod Poets, Sir, ('tis eafy to obfer^e) 
Into the worft of Faults areapttofwerve^ 
Thro' a falie Hope of reaching Excellence, 
Avoiding Length, we often cramp our Senie, 
And make't ol^cnre ; oft when we'd have our Stile 
Eafy and flowing, loie its Force die while : 
Some, flriving to furmount the common Flight, 
Soar up, in airy fiombaH, out of Sight ; 
Others, who iear to a bold Fitch to truft 
Themfelves, flag low, and humbly f weep the Duil : 
And many, fond of feemtng marvellous. 
While they too carelefly tranfgrcfs the Laws 
Of Likelihood* moft odd Chimeras feign. 
Dolphins in Woods, and Boars upon the Main. 
Thus they who would take aim, but want the Skill, 
Mifs always, and ihoot wide or narrow ftill. 
One of the meaneft Workmen in the Town 
Can imitate the Nails or Hair in Stone, 
And to the Lifb enough, perhaps, who yet 
Wants Mylkry to make the Work complete: 

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Troth, Sir, if 'twere my Fancy to compofe. 
Rather than be this bungling Wretch, I'd chufe 
To' wear a crooked and unfightly Nofe, 
'Mcngft other handfome Features of a Face, 
Which only would fet off my Uglinefs. 

Be fure, all, you that undertake to write. 
To chufe a Subject for your Genius fit : 
Try long and often what your Talents are : 
What is the Burden which your Parts will bear. 
And where they'll fail : He that difcerns with Skill 
To cull his Argument and Matter well. 
Will never be to feek for Eloquence, 
To drefs, or Method to difpofe his Senfe. 
They the chief Art and Grace in Order fliew, 
(If I may claim any Pretence to know) 
Who time difcreetly what's to be difcours'd, 
What fhould be faid at 1^, and what at firft : 
Some PafTages at prefent may be heard^ 
Others till afterward are bell deferr'd : 
Verfe, which difdains the Laws of Hiftory, 
Speaks Things, not as they are, but ought to be ( 
Whoever will in Poetry excel, 
Muil learn and ufe his hidden Secret well. 
•Tis next to be obferved, that Care is due. 
And Sparingnefs in framing Words anew ; 



You (hew your Mall'ry, if you have the Knack, 

So to make ufe of what known Word you take. 

To giv't a newer Senfe : If there be need 

For fome uncommon M.aUer to be faid ; 

Pow'r of inventing Terms may beallow'd. 

Which Chaucer^ and his Age, ne'er underftood : 

Provided always, as 'twas faid before. 

We feldom, and di&reetly, ufe that Pow'r. 

Words new, and foreign, may be beft brought in. 

If borrrow'd from a Langua8;e near akin : 

Why fhonld the peeviih Cri ticks now forbid 

To Lee and Dry den j what was not deny'd 

To Sbakefpearej Beth and Fletcher heretofore. 

For ^hich they praife, and Commendation bore ? 

If Spen/er\ Mufe be juftly fo ador'd 

Ji^or that rich Copioufnefs,. wherewith he ftor'd 

Our native Tongue ; for God's, fake, why (hould I 

Strait be thought arrogant ; if modeflly, 

I claim and ufe the felf-fame Liberty ? 

This ^he jull Right of Poets ever was. 

And will be flill, to coinrwhat Words they pleafe 

Well fitted to the prefent Age and Place. 

Words with the Leaves of Trees a Semblance hold, 
)n this refped, where every Year the old 
Fall oiF, and new ones in their Places grow : 
Death is the Fate of all things here below : 



Nature herielf, by Art, has Changes felt. 

The Tangier Mole (by our great • Monarch buUt)^ 

Like a vail Bulwark in the Ocean fet. 

From Pirates and from- Storms defends our Fleet : 

Fens every Day are drain'd, and Men now plow. 

And fowy and reap, wheve they before might row. 

And Rivers have been taught) by f MiddUttm^ 

From their old Coarfe within new Banks to ittn. 

And pay their ufeful Tribute to the Town. 

li Man's and Nature's Works fubmit to Fate, 

Much lefs mufl Words expedl a laftin^ Date : 

Many, which we approve for current now. 

In the next Age out of Requeft fhall grow : 

And others, which are now thrown out of Doors-, 

Shall be reviv'd, and come again m Force, 

If Cudoni pleafe: From whence their Vogue they dr^w. 

Which of our Speech is the fole Judge and Law. 

Homer firfl fhew'd us in heroic Strains, 
To write of Wars, of Battles, and Campaigns, 
Kings, and great Leaders, mighty in Renown, 
And him we ftill for our chief Pattern own. 

Soft £legy, deiign'd for Grief and Tears, ^ . 
Was hx^ devis'd to grace (bme mournful Hearfe : 
Since, to a briiker Note 'tis taught tp move, 
And cloaths oar gayeft Paifions, Joy, and Love.^ 

^ King pHARLEs IL t A celebrated Enslrieer, 

horaCb's art op foetry*. 

Bat who W4S hxA Inventor of tke Kind^ 

Criticks have &QLgl»t, but never yet could (nd. 

Gods, Heroes, Warriors, and the loAy Praife 

Of peace&l Cooqnetors in Pt/a*i F(ace, 

The Mirth and Joys which. Love and Wine produce, 

With othec wanton Statlies of a Moley 

The ftately Ode does for its Siuhje^ chaie. 

Archilochust to vont his Gall and Spite, 
In keen lamUcks fiifl, H(as known to write : 
Pramatic Authors us4 this Sprt of Vcrfe, 
On all the Grtek and Reman Theatres, 
As for Pifcourfe and Converiation fit. 
And apt'ft to drown the Noifes of the Pit. 

•If I difcern not the true Stile and Air, 
Nor how to give the proper Chara^ler 
To every kind of Woik ; how dare I claim. 
And oh^ilenge to myfelf a Poet's Name ? 
And why had I, with aukward Modefiy, 
Rather than learn, always unflcilful be I 
Volptm and Moroje will not admit 
O^ Catiline's high Strains; nor is it (it 
To make Stjanus on the Stage appear 
In the low Drefs which comic Peribns wear. 
Whatever the Suhje^ be on which you write. 
Give each Thing its doe Pljace and Time aright : 

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Yet Comedy fometimes may raife her Stile> 
And angry Cbrimes is aitow'd to fwell. 
And Tragedy alike^r fometimesy has Leave 
To throw off Majefiy, when 'tis to grieve : 
PekuSf and TeUpbus^ in Miiery* 
lay their big Wprds and biuft'nng Language by 
If they expe£l to make their audience cry. 
'Tis not enough to have your Plays fucccedy 
That they be elegant : The^r muft not need 
Thofe warm and moving Touches, which impart 
A kind Concernment to each Hearer's Hearty 
And raviOi it, which Way they plcafe, with Art* 
Where Joy and Sorrow put on good Difguife, 
Ours with the Perfon's Looks flraight fympathize ; 
Would'H have me weep ? thyfelf muil firft begin ; 
Then Tdophus^ to Pity I incline, 
And think thy Cafe, and all thy SniFVings- mine 
But if thou'rt made to adl thy Part amifs, 
I can*t forbear to ileep, or laugh, or hifs. 
Let Words exprefs the Looks which Speakers wear ; 
Sad, (it a mournful and deje^ed Air; 
The PaiSonate muft huiF, and ftorm, and rave; 
The Gay be pleafant, and the Serious grave. 
For Nature works, and moulds our Frame within^ 
To take all manner of Imprefllons in. 


Now makes us hot, and ready to take lire, 

Now Hope, now Joy, now Sorrow, does infpire. 

And all thefe Pafilons in our Face appear. 

Of which the Tongue is fole Interpreter : 

But he whofe Words and Fortunes do not fait. 

By Pit and GaU'ry both is hooted out. 

Obferve what Characters your Perfons fit,. 

Whether the Matter fpeak, or Todekt : 

Whether a Man that's elderly in Growth, 

Or a brifk Hotfpur in his boiling Youth : 

A roaring Bully, or a fhirking Cheat, 

A Court-bred Lady,, or a tawdry Cit ; 

A prating GolGp, or a jilting Whore, 

A travell'd Merchant, or a home-fpun Boor ; 

Spa/tiard or French^ Italiant Dutch ^ or Dane % 

Native of Turkey t India^ or Japan* 

Either from Hiftory your Perfons take. 
Or let them nothing inconAilent fpcak : 
If you bring great Achilles on the Stage, 
Let him be fierce and brave, all Heat and Rage, 
Inflexible, and headilrong to all Laws, 
fut thofe which Arms and his own Will impofe. 
Cruel Medea muft no Pity have, 
Ixion mufl be treacherous, Juno grieve, 
U mud wander, and Orefia rave ; 


But if you dare to tread ia Patbs usknown* 
And bc^ldly ftart tkew Perfbnft of your own ; 
Be fure to make them in one Strain agree. 
And let the fiod like the Beginning bs. 

'Tis. difficult fctr Writers to liicceed. 
On Arguments, which none before have try^'d ; 
The IliaJ, qr the CK^j^f with £afe» 
Will better furniih Subjedb for yoar plays, 
Than that yon ihould your own invention trtifty 
And broach uaheard-of things, yovaklf the ^rft* 
In copying other's Works, to make ikeoi paf»> 
And feem your own, let thefe few Rules take Pkce f 
When you fome of their flory repreient. 
Take care that you new EpiAxies iaveot a 
Be not too nice the Authai's Words to trace. 
But vary all with a freih Air and Grace ; 
Nor fuch Unit Rules of Imitation chufe. 
Which you muft ftill be ty'd to follow clofe, 
Cr, forc'd to a Retreat, for Want of Room, 
Give over, and ridiculous become. 

Do not, like that afieded Fool, begin, 
King Priam'j Fate, and Troy'j famd War I fittg^ 
What will this mighty Promifer produce? 
You look for Mountains, and out creeps a Moui&« 
How ftiort is this cf Homer^s fine Addrefs, 
And Art, who ne'er fays any thing ami(s I 


Mufiy Speak tkt Man, tvho^Jince Troy'j laying fwafie^ 

Into fuch mai^rtms Dangers has heen emft. 

So many T'cwns and 'uarious Peapk paft : 

He does not lavifh at a Blaze his Fire, 

To glare a while> and in a Snuff expire : 

But Modefly at firft conceals his Light 

In dazzling Wonders, «tben breaks forth to Sight ; 

Surprizes yoa with Miracles M o'er. 

Makes dreadful Sryl/a and Ch^ybdis roar, 

Cyclops, and bloody Lijhygms devour: » 

Nor does he Time in long Preambles fpend, 

Defcribing Meleager*s rueful End, 

When he's of DsomeJ*s Return to treat ; 

Nor when he yy^ould the Trtyan Ww relate. 

The Tale of brooding Leda*s Eggs repeat. 

But fti]l to the defign'd Event hailes on. 

And at firH Dafh, as if before 'twere known. 

Embarks you in the middle of the Plot, 

And what is unimproveable leaves out. 

And mixes Truth and Fi^ion fkiifully. 

That nothing in the whole may difagree. 

Whoe'er yon are that fet yourftlves to writc^ 
If you expedt to have your Audience fit 
Till the fifth A6t be done, and curtain fall. 
Mind what InftfUf^ions I ihall faiihei telU 


Our Gulfe and Manners alter with our Age, 
And Aich they muft be brought upon the Stage. 

A Child, who newly has to Speech attain 'd» 
And now can go without the Nurfe's Hand^ 
To play with thofc of his own Growth is pleas'd. 
Suddenly angry, and as Toon appeat'd : 
Fond of new Trifles, and as quickly cloy'd. 
And loaths next Hour what he the laft enjoy'd. 

The beardlefs Youth, from Pedagogue got looTe^ 
Does Dogs and.Horfes for his Pleafure chufe ; 
Yielding, and foft to every Print of Vice, 
Reily to thofe who would his Faults chaflife : 
Carelefs of Profit, of Expeuces vain. 
Haughty ^d eager his Defires t'obtain, 
And fwift to quit the fame Defires again. 

Thofe who to manly Years and Senfe are grown. 
Seek Wealth, and Friendftiip, Honour, and Renown; 
And are difcreet, and fearful how to aft 
What after they muft alter and correft.. 

Difeafes, Il)s, and Troubles numberlefs. 
Attend old Men, and with their Age increafe : 
In pai^nfui Toil they fpend their wretched Years, 
Still heaping Wealth, and with that Wealth, new Cares | 
Fond to pofTefs, and fearful to enjoy ; 
Slow and/ufpicious in their Managery ^ 


Full of Delays and Hopes, Lovers of Eafe, 

Greedy of Life, Morofe, and hard to pleafe ; 

Envious at Pleafures of the young and gay. 

Where they themfelves now want a Stock to play ; 

Ill-natur*d Cenfors of the prefent AgCf 

And what has paft iince they have quit the Stage : 

But loud Admirers of Queen Befff^ Time, 

And what was done when they were in their Prime* 

Thus, what our Tide of flowering Years brings in. 

Still with our Ebb of Life goes out again : 

The Humours of Fourfcore will never hit 

One of fifteen, nor a Boy's Part befit 

A full-grown Man : It (hews no mean Addrefs, 

If you the Tempers of each Age exprefs. 

Some Things are bed to a A, others to tell ; 
Thofe, by the Ear convey'd, do not fo well. 
Nor half fo movingly affed the Mind, 
As what we to our Eyes preientcd find. 
Yet there are many Things, which fhould not come ' 
In View, nor pafs beyond the Tiring- Room : 
Which, after, in expreifivfc Language told, 
S^all pleafe the Audience more than to behold: 
Let not Medea fhew her fatal Rage, 
And cut her Children's Throats upon the Stage ; 
Nor Qediptis tear out his Eye-balls there, 
Nor bloody Jtrfus^ his dire Feaft prepares 


Cadmusy nor FngMt^ tkeir odd Chtinges take. 
This to a Bird, the other to a Saake : 
Whatever To incredible you fhow. 
Shocks my Belief, and ibait does naafeous grow. 

Five Ads, no more nor iefs, your play muft have; 
If yoa'U an handfome Third Day's Share receive. 
Let not a God bei'unmon'd to attend 
On a flight Errand, nor on Wire deibend, 
Unk(s th' Importance of the Plot engage ; 
And let but Three at cmce fpeak on the Sti^e* 

Be fure to make the Choms fiill promote 
The chief Intrigue, and Bniiners of the Plot : 
Setwixt the Ads there muft be nothing fung 
Which does not to the main Deiign belong : 
The Praifes of the Good nmft here be told, 
The Pafllons curb'd, and Foes of Vice extoU'd : 
Here Thrift, and Temperance^and whoiefome Laws, 
Strid Juftice, and the gentle Calms of Peace, 
Muft have their Commendations and Applaufe : 
And Prayers muA be fent up to Heav'n to guide 
Blind Fortune's Bl^ngs to the jufter £de. 
To raife the Poor, and lower profp'rous Pride. 

At ^x^ the Mufick of our Stage was rude, 
Whilft in the Cock-pit and Black-Friars it flood : 
And this might pleafe enough in former Reigns^ 
A thrifty, thiBy and bafliful Audience; 


When Buffy d^^AmhmJs *, mhI Kis Faftiaii took. 
And Men were raviih'd with Queen GorMvc,f. 
But fince our Monarch, by kind Heaven fent. 
Brought back the Arts with hisi from B«iniftinestv 
And by his gentle kifluence ^vt Increafe 
To all the harmlefs Luxtrries of Peace : 
Favour'd by him, our Sts^e h&s Houiiih'd too. 
And every Day in oatward Splendor grew : 
In Mufick, Song, ^and Dance of every kind. 
And all the Grace of Action 'tis refin^ ) 
And fince that Operas at length came in, 
Our Players have fo well improved the Scene 
With Gallantry of Habit, and Machine, 
As makes our Theatre in Glory vie 
With the beft Ages of Antiquity : 
And mighty Rafckus wei^e he living now. 
Would envy both <nh- Stage and A^ing too. 

Thofe who did iirft in Tragedy ^ilay, 
'(When a vile Goat .was all the Poet's Day) 
Us'd to allay their SubjeSs- Gravity 
With Interludes of Mirth and Raillery : 

• A Tragedy wrote by Mr. George CbapmAttf in the 
Reign of King James I. 

t A celebrated Tragedy, by Thomas Nmon and fbmta 


Here they brought rough and naked Satyrs in, 
Whofe Farce-like Geftare,Motion> Speech and Mien 
Refemble thofe of modern Harlequin. 
Becaufe fuch antick Tricks, and odd Giimace, 
After their drunken Fcafts, on Holidays, 
The giddy and hot-headed rout would pleafe : 
As the wild Feats of Merry Andreius now 
Divert the fenfelefs Crowd at BarthtrVmeiv. 

But he that would in this mock-way excel. 
And exercife the Art of Railing well, 
Had need with Diligence obferve this Rule, 
In turning ferious Things to Ridicule : 
If he an Hero or a God bring in. 
With kingly Robes and Scepters lately feen. 
Let them not fpeak, like burlefque Charadlers, 
The Wit oi BiUingfgate 2Lndi Temple-ftairs : 
Nor, while they of thofe Meanne^es beware. 
In tearing Lines of Bajazet * appear, 
Majeftic Tragedy as much difdains 
To condefcend to low and trivial Strains : 
As a Court-Lady thinks herfelf difgrac'd, 
To dance with Dowdies at a May-pole Feaft. 

If, in this kind, you will attempt to write. 
You mufl no broad and clownifh Words admit, 

• A Tragedy by Mr. Cbarki Saunders^ 1681. 


Nor muft you fo confound your Charadlersy 
As no^ to mind what Perfon 'tis appears. 
Take a known Subjed» and invent it well. 
And let your Stile be fmooth and natural : 
Though others think it eafy to attain. 
They'll £nd it hard» and imitate in vain : 
So much does Method and Connedlions grace 
The common'ft Things^ the plaineft Matters raiie. 

In my Opinion, 'tis abfurd and odd, 
To make wild Satyrs, coming from the Wood, 
^peak the fine Language of the Park and Mi//, 
As if they had their Training at IVbiteball: 
Yet, though I would not have their Words too quaint^ 
Much lefs can I allow them impudent : 
For Men of Breeding and of Quality 
Mufl needs be fhock'd with fulfom Ribaldry ; 
Which, though it pafs the Foot-boy and the Cit; 
Is-always naufeous to the Box and Pit. 

There are but few, who have fuch ikilful Ears^ 
To judge of artlefs and ill-meafur'd Verfe. 
This, till of late, was hardly underflood. 
And fliU there's too much Liberty allow'd. 
But will y^u therefore be fo much a Fool 
To write at random, and negledl a Rule ? 
Ck, while your Faults are fet to general View, 
Hope all men ihould be blind^ or pardon you? 

Vol. n. C 



Who would »ot Ach Fori-hairdxiieft cotidismii. 

Where, the* pttchstnceyou may efc&pe froni hkme 

Yet Praife ytn ttdve** cttt expe<^, or daim ? 

Therefore bt £\»e yott ihidy to apply 

To the great Patcems of sf\«trqttity : 

Ne'er lay the GreeJ^^ a^d Romam out of Sight, 

Ply them bjjr Day, and thkik on them by Night. 

Rou^h hobllto^ Numbers wete allowed ibr Rhitm, 

And clench for deep C(»ceit in fomertime : 

With too ihctch Patience (not Co call it worfe) 

Both w6re appia«rded in our Anceftors : 

If you or I hare Senfe to judge aright 

Betwixt a QgibWc and true Sterlihg Wit ; 

Or Ear enough to give the Uifl^reiice 

Of fweet, well-founding V*rfe> ftom doggrd St3rai{i»* 

^hefph ('tis faid) did Tragedy devife. 
Unknown before, and rude at ks fiiH Rife : 
In Carts the Gypfy A^ors ftroli'd about. 
With Faces fmcar'd with Lees of Wine and Soot, 
And thro' the Towns aniQsM the wokid'lifigRout$ 
Till Mfchyius apptafrifeg to t^e Af e> 
Contriv'd a*Play-.h^ule> and cot)i;«flkntStag<e. 
Found out the Ufe of Vi22»d8> frnd a Vh^% 
(An handfomer, and more ge(»teel Di%iiife) 
And taught the A^rs with a (lately Air, ^ 

And Ntein, to fpeak, and tread, and whac{be^er V 
Gave Pott and Grandeur to the Theatre. J 



. Next this fuccccded ancient' Comedy, 
With good Applaufe, till too much Liberty, 
Ufurp'd by Wiiters, had debanch'd the Stage, 
And made it grow the Grievance of the Age : 
No Merit was fecure, no Perfon ftte. 
From its licentious BuiToonery: 
Till for R^dreTs the Magiftrate was faan. 
By LsLWf thoCe Infblences to refb-ain. 

Our Authors, in each kind dieir Praife may claim^ 
Who leave no Paths vntrod, that lead to fame : 
And well they merit it, xAio foomM to be 
So much the VafTals of Antiquity, 
As thofe who know no better than to cloy, 
Witli the old mufty Tales of TSe^s and f>^ .• 
But boldly the d«II beaten Track forfook. 
And Subje^s from our Country-flory took. 
Nor would Oof Nation lefs in Wit 8ppear> 
Than in its great Performances of War ; 
Were there Enc^tiragements to bribe our Care, 
Would we to &lt and finifli fpare the Pains^ 
And add but Juftoefi to our manly Seiiie. 

But, Sir, let nodiing tempt yon to bely 
Your Skill and Judgment by mean Flattery : 
Never pretend lo like a Piece of Wit, 
But what you're certain is correfily writ : 

C a 


But what has flood all Te&», and is allow'd. 
By all to be unqueflionably good : 

Becaufe ibme wild enthuiiafts there be 
(Who bar the Rules of Art in Poetry) 
Would have it Rapture all, and fcarce admit 
A Man of fober Senfe to be a Wit ; 
Others, by this Conceit, have been milled 
So muchy that they're grown flatutably mad : 
The 6ots affed to be retir'd alonf» 
Court Solitude, and Converfation (hun ; 
In dirty Cloaths and a wild Garb appear* 
And fcarce are brought to cut their Nails and Hair» 
And hope to purchafe Credit and Efleem, 
When they, like Cromivell's Porter •, frantic fecm : 
Strange ! that the very Height of Lunacy, 
l^eyond the Cure of jillen, e'er ihould be 
A. Mark of the Ele£l in Poetry. 
How much an Afs am I, that us'd to bleed, 
And take a Purge, each Spring, to clear my Head ? 
None otherwife would be fo good as I, 
At lofty Strains, and Rants of Poetry : 
But faith I am not yet fo fond of Fame, 
To lofe my Reafon for a Poet's Name. 
Tho' I myfelf am not difpos'd to write. 
In others I may ferve to fharpen Wit : 

* A poor Fellow fo called, who died in Bedlam* 



Acquaint them what a Poet's Duty is, 
And how he (hall perform it with Succcfs : 
Whence the Materials for his Work are fought, 
And how with fkilful Art they mufl be wrought : 
And fhew what is, and is not, Decency, 
And where his Faults and Excellencies lie. 
Good Senfe mufl be the certain Standard ftill« 
To all that will pretend to writing well : 
If you'll arrive at that, you needs mull be 
Well vers'd and grounded in Philofophy : 
Then chufe a Subjcft which you throughly know. 
And Words, unfought thereon, will eafy flow. 
Whoe'er will write, muft diligently mind 
The feveral Sorts and Ranks of human Kind : 
He that has learnt what to his Country's due, 
What we to Parents, Friends, and Kindred owe. 
What Charge a Statefman or a Judge does bear. 
And what the Parts of a Commander are ; 
Will ne'er be at a Lofs (he may be fure) 
To give each Perfon their due Portraiture. 
Take human Life for your Original, 
Keep but your Draughts to that, you'll never fail. 
Sametimes in Plays, tho' elfe but badly writ. 
With nought of Force or Grace, of Art or Wit, 
Some one v/ell-humour'd Charafter we meet. 

C J 


That takes m more than all the empty Scenes^ 
And jingliE^ Toys of more elaborate Pens. 

Greeci had Command of Language^ Wi:, and Senffe', 
For cultivating which (he fpar'd no Pains : 
Glory her fole Deiign». and all her Aim 
Was how to gain herfclf immortal Faroe : 
Our Englifij Youth another Way are bred 
They're fitted for a. Prentiihip and Trade, 
And Wingat^% all the Author's which they've read. 
^be Boy has bun a Tear at Writing' ScbocL 
Has learnt Di'vijion^ an^ the GoUen-ruU \ 
Scholar enough I cries the old doating Foo^, 
/'// hold a Piece he* II prove an Alderman^ 
And come to Jit at Church ii^ith Furs and Chain. 
This is the top De/ign, the only Praife, 
And fole Ambition of the booby Race : 
While this bafe Spirit in the Age does reign. 
And Men mind nought but Wealth and fordid Gain,. 
Can we expe^ or hope it fliould bring forth 
A Work in Poetry of any Worth, 
Fit for the learned Bodhy * to admit, 
, Among its facred Monuments of Wit ; 
A Poet fhould inform us, or divert, 
£ut joining both, he ihews his chiefed Art: 

• Sic Thomas Bodley^ Founder of thtr Library at O^cfor*^ 


Whator^r Precepis you pi«teiid to give. 

Be fare to lay thfm dewn both clear and brief; 

£y thaty they're eafier far to a|»pr«heiid ; 

By thisy more f«thf»lJy preftrv'd in Miad s 

All things faperfioo^ are apt to cloy 

The Judgment, and faccharge the Memory, 

Let whatfoe'er of FiAion yoa bring in. 
Be fo like Truth, ta fecm at lead akin ; 
Do not Improbabilities conceive, 
And hope to ram them into my Belief: 
Ne'er make a Witch upon the Stage appear. 
Riding inchanted Broomftick through the Air : 
Nor Cannibal a living Infant Tpew, 
Which he had murder'd, and devoured but now. 
The graver Sort didike all Poetry, 
Which does not (as they call it) edify : 
And youthful Sparks as much that Wit defpife. 
Which is not firew'd with pleafant Gaieties: 
But he that has the Knack of mingling well 
What is of ufe, with what's agreeable. 
That knows at once how to inilru£l and pleaie. 
Is juilly crown'd by all Men's Suffrages, 
Thefe are the Works, which, valued every where. 
Enrich PauPs Cbureh-Tardj and the Stationer : 
Thefe Admiration through all Nations claim, 
Aad through all Ages fpread their Author's Fame* 



Yet there are Faults with which we ought to bear. 
An inftrument may fometimes chance to jar 
In the befl Hand, in ipite of all its Care : 
Nor have I known that Hdlful Markfman yet^ 
So fortunate, who never mifl the White* 
But where 1 many Excellencies find, 
I*m not fo nicely critical^ to mind 
Each flight Miflake an Author may produce^ 
Which human Frailty juftly may excufe. 
Yet he» who having oft been taught to mend 
A Fault, will ilill purfue it to the End, 
Is like that fcraping Fool, who the fame Note . 
Is ever playing, and is ever out ; 
And filly as that Bubble every whit. 
Who at the felf-fame Plot is always hit. 
When fuch a lewd incorrigible Sot 
lights by mere Chance upon fome happy Thought ; 
Among fuch filthy Trafh, 1 vex to fce't, 
And wonder how (the Devil !) he came by't. . 
In Works of Bulk and Length we now and then,. 
May grant an Author to be overfeen : 
Homer himfelf, how facred e'er he is. 
Yet claims not a Pretence to Fauhle/Tnefs, 

Poems with Pictures a Refemblance bear; 
Some, befi at DiAance, ihunaView tooneai; - 


Otliers are bolder, and Hand off to Sight ; 

Thefc love the Shade, thofe chufe the cleared Light, 

And dare the Survey of the flcilfurft Eyes : 

Some once, and fome ten thoufand Times will pleafe. 

Sir. tho* yourfelf fo much of Knowledge own 
In thefe Affairs, that you can learn of none. 
Yet mind this certain Truth, which I lay down : 
Moil Callings elfe do Di^erence allow, 
Where ordinary Parts and Skill may do : 
I've known Phyiicians, who Refpedl might claim^ 
Though they ne'er rofe to fVilUs^s great Fame: 
And there are Preachers, ho have great Renown, 
Yet ne'er come up to Sprat or TiUot/on : 
And Counfellors or Pleaders in the Hall, 
May have Efleem, and Pradice, though they fall 
Far Ihort of fmooth-tongu'd Finch in Eloquence, 
Tho* they want Beldet^i Learning, VaugharCi Senfe ; 
But Verfe alone does of no Mean admit. 
Whoe'er will pleafe, muft pleafe us to the Height ; 
He muil a ConjuJey or a Fle€kn$e * be : 
For there's no fecond Rate in Poetry; 
A dull infipid Writer none can bear, 
In every Place he is the public Jeer, 
And Lumber of the Shops and Stationer. 

• i.e. Sbad<weil. . 


No man that uadcrftands to nakc a Feafl* 
With a coafft D^fert* will oicnd his Gueil, 
Or bring ill Mufick in to grate the Ear, 
Becaufe 'tis what the fplendid Ball might fpare ; 
' I is the fame Cafe with thofe that deal in Wit» 
Whofe main Dciiga and £nd (hould be Delight : 
They luuil by this fasoe Sentence ilandor fall» 
Be highly excellent, or not at all. 

In all things elfe that's writ» fave Poetry, 
Men (hew Tome Signs of common Modedy : 
You'll hardly find a Fencer ib unwife, 
Who at Sear-GardeM e'er will fight a Prize, 
Not having learnt before : Nor at a Wake, 
One that wants Skill and Strength* the Girdle take^ 
Or be fo vain the pond'rous Weight co fling. 
For fear they ihoyld be hifs'd oat of the Ring. 
Yet every Coxcomb will pretend to Verfc, 
And write, in fpite of Natue and his Stars ; 
All Sorts of SubjeAs challenge, at this Time» 
The Liberty and Property of Rhime. 
The Sort of Honpur, fond of being great 
By fomething elfe than Title and Eftaic, 
As if a Parent gave him Claim to Senfe, 
Or 'twere ent^m'd with an Inheritance, 
Believes a Call of Foot boys, and a Set 
Of Flanderi'Mari'St advance him to a Wiu 


But you» who hare the Judgment to defcry 
Where you excel, vihich way your Talents lie, 
I'm Aire will never be induc'd to ilrain 
Your Genius, or attempt againft your Vein, 
Yet (this let me advife) if e'er yon write, 
Let none of your Compofures fee the Light, 
Till they've been throughly weigh'd« and pail theTeH 
Of all thofe Judges^ who are thought the bed: 
While in your Dcflt they^re lock'd up from the Preis» 
You've Power to corre£t them as you pkale : 
But when they once come forth to view of all:^ 
Your Fauhi are chronicled, and paft recal, 

Orpbeust the firft of the infpir'd Train, 
By Force of powerful Numbers did reftrain 
Mankind from Rage and bloody Cruelty, 
And taught the barbarous World Civility : 
Hence rofe the Fi^ion which the Poets fram'd^ 
That Lions were by tuneful Magtck tam'd. 
And Tygers charm'd by his harmoniou« Lays» 
Grew gentle, and laid by their Savagenefs : 
Hence that which of Jmphion too they tell. 
The Pow'r of whofe miiac'lous Lute could call 
The well-plac'd Stones into the Theban Wall, 
Wondrous were the Effeds of primitive Verfe, 
Which fettled and reform'd the Univerfe v 


This did all things to their due Ends reduce. 

To public, private, facred, civil Ufe; 

Marriage, for weighty Caofes, was ordain'd, 

That bridled Luft and lawlefs Love reilrain'd ; 

Cities with Walls and Ramparts were inclos'dy 

And Prbperty with wholefome Laws defpos'd : 

And Bounds wei;e fix'd of Equity and Rights 

To guard weak Innocence from wrongful Might. 

Hence Poets have been held a facred Name, 

And plac'd with £ril Rates in the Lifts of Fame. 

Next thefe, great Homer to the World appear'd 

Around the Globe his loud Alarms were heard. 

Which all the Brave to warlike Action iir'd : 

And Hejiod after him, with ufeful Skill, 

Gave LefTons to inftrufi the Ploughman's Toil. 

Verfe was the Language of the Gods of old. 

In which their facred Oracles were told : 

In Verfe wer/the firft Rules of Virtue taught, 

And Doctrines thence, as now, from Pulpits fought \ 

By Verfe ibme have the Love of Princes gain*d. 

Who oft vouchfafe fo to be entertained, 

And with a Mufe their weighty Cares unbend. 

Then think it no Difparagement, dear Sir, 

To own yourfclf a Member of that Choir, 

Which Kings eltcem, and Heaven does infpire. . 

Concerning Poets there has been Conieft, 
Whether they're made by Art or N ature bed : 


But if I may prefume in this Affairi 
Amongft the reil, my Judgment to declare. 
No Arty without a Genius, will avaiU 
And Parts, without the Help of Art, will fail : 
But both Ingredients jointly muft unite 
To make the happy Character complete. 

None at Nenv'Marktt ever won the Prize, 
But us'd his Airings, and his Exercife, 
His Courfes, and his Diets long before » 
And Wine and Women for a Time forbore : 
Nor is there any Singing-man we know. 
Of good Repute in a Cathedral now. 
But was a Learner once (he'll freely own) 
And by long Pradice to that Skill has grown : 
But each conceited Dunce, without Pretence 
To the leail Grain of Learning, Parts, or Senfe, 
Or any thing but harden'd Impudence, 
Sets up for Poetry, and dares engage 
With all the topping Writers of the Age ; 
*' « Why Jhould not ht put in among ihi reft f 
** Damn him ! he f corn* to come Mind t hi heft: 
** Declare* him/elf a Wtt^ and votv* to dranvp 
** On the next Man^ twhoe^er difowns himfoP 

Scriblers of Quality, who have Eilate, 
7(0 gain applauding Fooh at an^ lUtp^ 



Pra6life as many Txicks as Shopkeepers, 

To force a.Trade» and put off naughty W«ts : 

Some hire theHoufe^ their Follies to expofe. 
And are at Chaiige to be ridiculous : 
Others, with Wine and Ordinaries treat 
A needy Rabble to cry vp their Wit : 
'Tis ftrange that fuch flioald the true Dtff'rtftce fiad 
Betwixt a fpunging Knave, and iaithful Friettd« 
Take heed how you e'er proftitofie yoar Senfe 
To fuch a fawning Crew of Syoc^hants : 
All Signs of being pleas'd, the Rogues will feign 
Wonder, and blefs tkem&lves at every Line* 
Sweanng, " ^Tis fifty ^tis thuvmi^I UuMvimi 
Here they'll look pale, as if furpriz'd, and there, 
] ^ a Difguife f>f Grief, fqueete out a Tear ; 
Oft feem tmn^ortrd with a fudden Joy, 
■Stamp, and lift op their Hands in Extafy : 
But if by chance your Back once tum'd appear, 
YouUl have 'em ftrait put out their Tongues in jeer 
Or point, or "^be you with a fcotnfml Sneer. 
As they, yiriio truly grieve at Fooeials, fhew 
Lefs outward Sorrow than hir'd Mourners do ; 
So true Admirers lefs CoacermBent wear . 
Before your Face, than the fliam Flatterer* 

They tell of Kings, who never would adttit 
A Cojifidant, or bofbm Favourite, 





Till (tore of Wibe h%d n&de his Secrets float, 
And by that MeaM they found his Tcmvcr out : 
Twere well if Poets knew ibme Way like thh. 
How to diicern their Friends from £nemles. 

Had you con&lted learned ^^irof old* 
He would your Faults impartially have told : 
** This Vetfi C^reai^ wimis <he would liave faid) 
*• Jftd/o does thn:^* H fOtt reply 'd, you had 
To little Ptfrpofe federal Trials naade ; 
He prefcntly would bid you ftrike a Da^ 
Qtk ell« and put a better in the Place : 
But if he found you once a ftubborn Sot, 
That would not be oorre6)ed ia a Fault ; 
He would no more his Pains and Counfel (pend 
On an abandoti'tl Fool, that fcomM to mend : 
But bid you, in the DeviPs Name, go On» 
And hug your dear Impertikithce alone. 

A truity knowing Friend will boldly dare 
To give his Sen^ and Judgment, whereibe'er 
He fees a Fault: ^* Beret Sir, good/kitiff j9k*re lenv^ 
«< Jfid muftfimte Hei^*ning%n the Plate kejh^ : 
•• Thtre, if you mnd, the Rbime is hur^ and rim^f 
" AndJhovldbefiftefnei^u^fmooMiert^: 
" Tour Strokes are bare tfFafhifif lefi too harcy 
•** Tour Colours there 4oo thick laiJ en appear i 


•* your Metaphor is coarfe^ that Phra/e not pure^ 
«* This Wortiimpropert and that Senfe oh/cure ** 
In fine, you'll find him a ftii£l Cenfurer, 
That will not your leaft Negligences fpare. 
Thro' a vain Fear of difobliging you : 
They are but flight and trivial things 'tis true). 
Yet thefe fame Trifles (take a Poet's Word) 
Matter of high Importance will afford, 
Whene'er by means of them you come to be 
Expos'd to Laughter, Scorn, and Infamy. 

Not thofe, with Lord ha*v€ mercy ^ oh their Doors *« 
Venom of Adders, or infedted Whores, 
Are dreaded worfe by Men of Senfe and Wit» 
Than a mad Scribler in his raving Fit : 
Like Dog, whofe Tail is peg'd into a 6oae» ^ 

The hooting Rabble all about the Town > 

Purfue the Cur, and pelt him up and down. 3 

Should this poor Frantick, as he pafs'd along. 
Intent on's rhiming Work, amidft the Throng,^ 
IntofJeet'Ditch, or fome deep Cellar fall, «\ 

And till he rent his Throlt for Succour bawU > 

No one would lend an helping Hand at Call : i 

For who (the Plague !) would guefs at his Defign» 
Whether he did not for the nonce drop in I 

* Perfons yiiited with the Plague* 


rd tell yoti, Sir^ but quefUonlefs you've heard. 

Of the odd End of a Sicilian Bard * ; 

Fond to be deem'd a God, this Fool, it feems» 

In hh mad Fit leap'd into jEtnah Flames. 

Troth, I could be content an Adt might pafs, 

<Such Poets ihoold have Leave, whene'er they pleaft, 

To die, and rid us of our Grievances, 

O' God's Name let'em hang, or drown* or chufe 

What other Way they will, themfelves difpofe. 

Why ihould we Life againil their Wills impofe ? 

Might that fame Fool I mentioned now revive. 

He would not be reclaim'd I dare believe, 

fiat foon be playing his old Freaks again. 

And ilill the fame capricious Hopes retain. 

'Tis hard to gueis, and harder to alledge. 
Whether for Parricide or Sacrilege, 
Or fome more (Irange, unknown, and horrid Crime, 
Done in their own or their Forefather's Time, 
Thefe fcribling Wretches have been damn'd torhime 
fiat certain 'tis, for fuch a crack- brain*d Race, 
Bedlamy or Hog/don^ is the fitteft Place : 
Without their Keeper, you had better chufe 
To meet the Lions of the Tower broke loofe, 

• Empedocks, 
Vol- IL D 



Than thefe wild favage Rhimers in the Streets 
Who with their VeHes worry all they meet : 
In vain you would releafe yourfelf ; fo clofe 
The Leeches cleave, that there's no getting looie. 
Remorfelefs they, to no Entreaties yield. 
Till you are with inhuman Non&nfe kill'd* 

t 35 ) 

O V 

Jl O R A C E. 


Written in Junft i68i» 

Iham faru fvia Jacruj &ۥ 

As I was was walking in the MalU of late^ 
Alone, and muiing on 1 know not what, 
-Comes a familiar Fop, whom hardly 1 
Knew by his Name, and mdely feizes me i 
Dear Sir, Vm Mtgi^tj glad to meet luithjou : 
Jind pray^ hwK> ha^ejou done this Age or tivo ? 
Wellj I thank God (faid 1) ai Times arenoiv : 
I ivijh the fame tojou.** And {o pafs'd on» 
Hoping, with this, the Coxcomb would be gone* 
But when I faw I could not thus get free, 
I aik'd, What Bufinefs elfe he had with me ? 
5/r, anfwer'd he, iy Learning ^ Parts, or Senje 
Merits jour Iriendjhif^ J havejuft Pretence ; 

D 2 


" / honour you (faid I) upon that Score f 
*\\AndJhall he glad to/er*veyou to n^ Pomfer*** 
Meantime, while to get loofe I try all Ways 
To fbake him off; Sometimes^ walk apace. 
Sometimes (land fUll : I frown, I chafe, I fret, 
^hrug, turn my Back, as. in the Bagnio fWeat : 
And (hew all kind of Signs to make him guefs 
At my Impatience and Uneafinefa; 
•* Hapfy the Folk in Newgate (whifper'd I) 
•* Who, tho* in Chains ^ are from this Torment free: 
«* Wou^ii I were like rough Manly in the Pley *, 
•* To fend ImptrtinenU *wifh Kicks atuayi 

He all the while baits me with tedious Chat, 
Speaks muj^h about the Drought, and how the Rate 
Of Hay is rais'd, and what it now goes at : 
Tells me of a new Comet at the Hague^ 
Portending God knows what, a Dearth or Plague, 
N^mes every Wench that pafTes through the Park, 
What her Allowance is, and who the Spark 
That keeps her : Points who lately got a Clap, 
And who at the Groom-porters had 111. hap 
Three Nights ago, in Play with fach a Lord : 
When he obierv'd I minded not a Word, 
And did no Anfwer to his Trafh afford ; 

• The Plak Dealer. A Comedy by Mi'« Wychfrkym 

* v ■• 




6 t Horace: 

S/>, I firceiijt you ftand on Thorns^ faid he. 
And fain nveuU parti hut faith it muft not he : 
Come, let us take a Bottle. I cry'd, *' No ; 
•• Sir 9 T-am in a Courfe, and dare not no<w.** 
fhen tell me lubitber you dejire to goy 
rilnuait liponyou. " Oh! Sir, 'tis too far : 
I njifit crofs the Water, therefore fpare 
Tour netdlefs Trouble t^* trouble ! Sir, *tis none 
*Tis more by halftv lea'veyou here alone, 
I han)eno prefent Bufinefs to attend, ' 
At leafl, nvhich Pll not quit for fuch a Friend : 
Tell me not of the Diftance, for I votu 
Til cut the Line, doubk the Cape for you. 
Good faith I *will not leave you : Make no Words : 
Go you to Lambeth ^ // // to my Lord'/ ^ 
His Steward I moft intimately knonju. 
Have often drunk nuith his Comptroller too. 
By this 1 found my Wheedle would not pafs. 
But rather ferv'd my SafPrlngs to increafe : 
And feeing 'twas in vain to vex or fret, 
I patiently fubmitted to my Fate. 

Strait he begins again : Sir, if you knevx 
My Worth hut half fo throughly as I do \ 
Tmfure you ivould not value any Friend 
Tou have like me : But that I nvont commend 



Mj/elfy and mjf own Talinti I IndghitiU 
HuFW maivf Ways to vjondir I excel • 
None bos a greater Gift in Poetry r 
Or ivritet more Verjes nuitb more Eajk than fr 
rm grown the Envy of the Men of Wit ^ 
JkiWd ev\n Rochdter with Grief and Spite :■ 
Nextf for the dancing Fartt J allfurpafs^ 
St. Andrew never mov*d nrnthfucb a Grace : 
And *tis 'well known^ njobene^er JJingt orfet^ 
Humphrey Sy nor Elow» could ever match me vtti 

Here I got room to interrupt : ** Have you 
« J Mother, Sir, or Kindred living now ?*' 
Not one : They are aU dead. *• Troth fo 1 guefi z' 
The happier they (iald I) vtho are at reft : 
Poor I am only left nnmurder*dyet : 
HaftCf I befeechyout and difpatch me quite: 
** For I am tueU convinced my Time is come •• 
•* When I vuu youngf a Gypfy told nvf Doom :'**^ 
This Lad^ faid (he, and look'd upon mj Handy 
Shall not by Sword or Poifon come to*s End, 
Nor by the Fever, Dropfy, Goutr or Stonor 
But heJhaU die by an eternal Tongue : 
Therefore^ when he^s grown up^ if he be wife^ 
Let him avoid great Talkers I advife. 

By this Time we were got Xx>Weftminfterr 
Where he, by chance, a Trial had to hear^ 



And, if he were not there, his Canie mod fail : 

Siry if you h*ve fne, ftep into the Hall 

For one htilf Hour, ** Tht Devil tah nu now, 

♦* Said If if I knofw &wf thing of Law :. 

*"• Be/uksf I toUyott tvhither Vm to go?* 

Hereat he made a Stand, pullM down hts Hat 

Over his Eyes, and mus'd in deep Debate : 

Fm in a Straigbu i^iys he, nuhat I Jhalldot 

Whether forfake my Bufiuefsy St^j or ycu* 

" M?, by all Means^** fay I. JVip, fays my Sot, 

IfearyouHl take it ill, if I fionld do't : 

Pmfureyou mjill, " Not /, hy all that's good,** 

But F've more Breeaing than to be fo rude* 

Pray don^t negle^ your oivn Concerns for me : 

** Tour Caufty good Sir P* MyCaufe bedamn*dy{z,yz 

I tmlu^t left than your dear Company. 

With this he came up to me, and would lead 

The Way ; 1 fneaking after, hung my Head. 

Next, he begins to plague me with the Plot^ 
Afks, Whether 1 was known to Oates *, or not ? 

* Ttim Oates^ in Jbtg^, 167S, atcufes feveral Noble- 
men, &c. as being concerned in a Confpiracy againii the 
King's Life, — afterwards called the Popifti Plot 5 — ^and iiv 
i<i85 he was indi^d for Perjury, and fentenced and puniihed 




•• Not'U tbatik Hea'ven! Ino Pritfi bawe heifii 
*' Ha*ve tte*ver Doway» nor St, Omenjeen*** 
fVbat tbiukyouf Sir 9 nuill tbey tbe Joyncr • try t 
Willbedit^ tbinkyou? " r«, mofi cmainly,*' 
J meatiy be ban^d^ " Wot^dtbou lAJirt/o^^* wifh'd L 
Religioo came in next ; tho' Ke'ad no more, 
Than th' noble Peer, his Whore, or ConfeiTori, 
Obf tbe fad Titnest if once tbe Kingfiould die! 
5/r, are you not afraid pf Popery ? 
*• No taore tban my Superiors : Wbyfiouldlf 
*' Come Popery, come any tbiug^ thought I, 
• * So Hea*u*n would bhfs me to get rid of tbee f 
** But ^tisfome Comfort tbat my Hell is bere ; 
** / find na Pumjbment bereafier fearJ^* 
Scarce had I thought, but he falls on anew i 
^otwfiatids it, Sir^ bef-jjixt bis Grace and you ? 
** Sir, be's a Man ofSenJe, above tbe Crowd, 
*' Andjbuns tbe Converfe of a Mukitude*^^ 
Ay, Sir, fays he, you^re bappy iwbo are near 
His Grace, andbave tbe Favour of bis Ear : 
But let me tell you, if you^ll recommend 
This perfon here, your Point tvillfoon be gained* 
Gad, Sir, P 11 die, ifff^ ovonfingle Wit 
^Don^tfob bis Minions, and difplace *em quite i 
And make yourfelf bis only Favourite* •, . 

* Stephen Colkgfi alf<if tlw Protcftant Joincfr 



*' Not ym are cut abundantly f Add I9 
^^ A'<vf not as you think : No Family 9 
Throughout the luhole three Kingdofhs is more fret 
From thofe ill Cuftoms 'which are uCd tofivarm 
'* Jn great Mens Houfis i none e^ er does me harm^ 
'* Beiaufe more learn* d, or more rich than I ; 
** But each Man keeps his Place f and his Degree.** 
^Tis mighty flrange^ fayshe» fwhat you relate^ 
" But nothing truer^ take my Word for that** 
Tou make me long to be admitted too 
Amougjl his Creatures : Sir, I beg that you 
WiUfiandmy Friend: Tour Intereft is/uchp 
Tou may prevail^ Pm fare you can do much ; 
He*s one that may be *won upony P.*»e heard^ 
Tho* at thefirfi Approach Accefs be hard, 
r II /pare no Trouble of my own^ or Friends^ 
No Coft in Fees and Bribes to gain my Ends : 
Pllfeek all Opportunities to meet 
Withhim^ accofi him in the nfery Street r 
Hang on his Coach, and*wait upon him hornet 
Faiun^fcrape, and cringe to him, nay, to his Groenu 
Faith f Sir, this muft be done, if we* II be great \ 
Preferment comes not at a cheaper Rate, 

While at this favage^Rate he worried me, ► 
By chancera Do^r, my dear Friend, came by^ 



That knew the Pellow't HmBQiir paffing^ well; 

Glad of the Sightt I join him ; we fiand ftill : 

Wbmet c€mty§Ht Sir/ mmd nMtbir g9you lunv t 

And fuch like Q^ieftioiis paft betwixt its two : 

Strait I begin to pull him by the Sleeve, 

Nod, wink upon hiai, touch my Nofe, and give 

A thoufand Uiata» to kt him know that I 

Needed his Help for my Delivery : 

He» naughty Wag» with an ai>cfa> fleering Smile, 

Seems ignorant of what I mean the while $ 

J grow ftark wild with Rage. ** Sir, f aid ntt ycH^. 

** You^ d fom^wbat tc di/courfit »dt iottg aga, 

" fFithmeinfri^mitf 1 rememhir^t ihhU.** 

Seme other Time Se/ure, I nviU mtfail: 

N<yw I am in great Hafte^ upote my fVerd": 

A Mejfenger came fir me from a L»d^ 

That's in a iad Conditimh like /« die^ 

Oh! Sir,/fe can't he in a nuwfe thalk J« 

Therefore i for God^sfake, do not JHr from hencoJ^ 
Stueet Sir! yomr Pardon^ 'tis of Confequence : 
J hopiyou*r$ kinder than to pre/s my Sts^r 
Which may he. Heaven knoivs 'what, out of my Way* 

This faid, he left me to my Maderer ; 
Seeing no Hopes of my Relief appear r 

Confoundtd he the Stars ((aid I) thatfway'd . 

This fatal Day, *would I had kept my Bid 

O F H O R A C E. 43 

•* With Sickne/si rather than be 'uifited 

** With this nuorfe Plague ! fwhat HI hsve I fer done^ 

"• To pull this Cuffe^ this heaiy Judgment downf** 

While I was ^us lamenting my ill Hap, 
Comes Aaid at length : A Brace of Bailiffs clap 
.The Rafcal on the Back : ** Here^ takeyetr Fees^ 
" Kind Gentlemen (faid I) for my Releafe.*' 
He woald have had me Bail. ** Excufe nuy Sir, 
** r*ve made a Ftnv ne'er to Be Surety more : 
•• My Father <waj undone hy^t heretofore. ^^ 
Thus I got off; and blefs'd the Fates that he 
Was Pris'ner made, I fet at Liberty. 

( 44 ) ^ 

V P o x 

HO R A C E. 


^id dedicatum pofdt jfpoUinem 
Fates ? faff. 

What docs the Poet's modeft Wifli require ? 
What Boon does he of gracious Heav'n defire ? 
Not the large Crops oi EJham*% goodly Soil, 
Which tire the Mower's and the Reaper's Toil ; 
Not the foft Flocks on hilly Cotfwold fed, 
Nor Lempfter Fields, with living Fleeces clad : 
He does not afk the Grounds, where gentle Thames, 
Or fwifter Sei/ern, fpread their fat'ning Streams. 

Where they with wanton Windings play, 
And eat their widcn'd Banks Infenfibly away : 
He does not afk the Wealth of Lombard- StreeU 
Which Confciences and Souls are pawn'd to get : 
Nor thofe exhauHlefs Mines of Gold, 
Which Guinea and Peru in their rich Boibms hold. 


Let tboie that live in the Canary Iiles» 
On which indulgent Nature ever fmiles. 
Take pleafnre in their plenteous Vintages^ 
And fitun the juicy Grape its racy Liquor prefs : 
Let wealthy Merchants, when they dine» 
Run o'^r their coftly Names of Wine, 
Their Chefts of Florence^ and their MoHt^Akbinef 
Their NantSy Champaigns^ ChahkeSf Frontiniacks tell. 
Their Aums of Hockt oi Bacbracbf and Mo/el: 
He envies not their Luxury, 
Which they with fo much Pains and Danger buy : 
For which fo many Storms and Wrecks they bear. 
For which they pafs the Streighis ib oft each Year, 
And 'fcape fo narrowly the Bondage of Algiers 


He wants no Cyprus Birds, nor Ortolans^ 
Nor Dainties fetch'd from far, to pleafe his Sen(e» 
Cheap wholefome Herbs content his frugal Board, 

The Food of unfall'n Innocence, 
Which the mean'ft Village- Garden does aSbrd : 
Grant hiiti, kind Heav'n the Sum of his Defires, 
What Nature, not what Luxury requires : 
He only does a Competency claim. 
And when he has it, Wit to ufe the fame s 
Grant him found Health, impair'd by no Difea&t 
X^Lor by his own Excefs ; 


Let him in Strength of Mind and Bodj Ihc 
But not his Reafon or ids Senfe furvive : 
His Age (if Age he e'er maft lire to fee) 
Let it from Want, ContempCy and Caie be free» 
But not from Mirth» and the Delighu of Poetry^ 
Grant him hot this, he's amply fatisfy'd, 
Attdicoms whatercrEatecan give hcfide* 

C 47 ) 


V r o M 



30 OK II. ODE XlVi. 

£hiu/ugaces, P$fiiume, Foftbumh 
LabuHtur atmif itC* 

Alafs ! dear Friend» alas ! Time haHes away. 
Nor is it in our Pow'r to bribe its Stay : 
The roUiog Years with conftant Motion run i 
ho ! while I fpeak, the prefent Minute's gone. 
And following Hours itill urge the foregoing ob^ 

*Tis riot thy Wealthy *tis not thy Power 
'Tis not thy Piety can thee fecure : 

They're all too feeble to withftand 
Xjrey Hairs» approaching Age, and thy aroidlers End* 

When once thy Glafs is run. 

When once thy utmoil Thread is fpua, 
"* Twill then be fruitleis to expecl Reprieve: 

Couldil thou ten thoufand Kingdoms giv^c, 
In purchafe for each Hour of longer Life* 


They would not buy one Gafp of Breathy 
Not noTc one ^ot uiexorable Deadly * ^ - 

AU the vaft Stock of hamta Prbgeny, 

Which now, like Swarms of Infers, crawl. 
Upon the Suiface of Earth's fpadous Ball, ' 
Moil quit this Hillock of Mortality, 

And in its Bowels bifried lie. 
The mightieft King, and proadeft Potentate, 
In fpite of all his Pomp, and all his State, 
Muft pay this neceflary Tribate unto Fate. • 
The bufy, reftlefs Monarch of the World, which now 
Keeps fiich a pother, and fo much ado. 
To fill Gazettes alive, 
And after, in fome lying Animal to farvive ; 
Ev'n he, ev'n that great mortal Man mud die. 
And ftink, and rot, as well as thou and I, 
As well as the poor tatter'd Wretch, that begs his Bread, 
And is with Scraps out of the common Bafket fed. 

In*Wn from Dangers of the bloody Field we keep, 
In vain do we efcape 
The fukry Linty and ilormy Capcy 
And all the Treacheries of the faithiefs Deep r 
In vain' for Health to foreign Countries we repair, 
And change our Eitglijb for Montpelier Air, 
Ia hope to leave our Fears of dying there ; 


In vain with coftly far-fetch'd Drugs wc drive 

To keep the wafting vital Lamp alive : 

In vain on Do6lor's ffeblp Art rely : 
Againfl refidlels Death there is no Remedy. 

Both we and they, for all their Skill, muft die^ 
And fill alike th^ Be^d-Rojls of Mortality, 

Thou muft, thou mud refign to Fate, my Friend, 
And leave thy I;|9ure, thy Wife> and.f amijy behind; 
Thou mull thy fair and goodly Manors leave. 
Of thcfe thy Trees thou fhalt not with thee take, 
.Sftve joft a$ mttch as will thy Coffin make : 
Nor wilt thou be allowed, of all thy Land, to have 
But the fmflll Pittance of a fix-fooc Grave. 

Then ih^ll thy prodigal young Heir 
LaviA the Wealth* which tkou for many a Year, 
Hail hoarded up with fo much Pains and Care : 
vThfn ftiall he drain thy Cellars of their Stores. 
Kept facred now as Vaults of buried Aaceftors : 
Shall fet th' enlarged Butts at liberty. 
Which there clofe Prisoners under Durance lie^ 
A|»d itrafli thefe ftately Floors with better Wine, 
Than that of Goa£scrated Prelates when they dine. 

Vol. IL 

( so ) 




Plaily God of VeHel pardon that thas I take in vain 
Thy facred everlafting NamCf 
And in unhallowed Lines blaijpheme : 
Pardon, that with ftrange Fire thy Altari I profane. 
Hail thou ! to whom we mortal Bards our FaiA 

Whom we acknowledge bur fole Text, and holy Writ: 

None other Judge infallible we own. 
But thee, who art the Canon of authentic Wit alone* 

Thon art the unexhaufted Ocean, whence 
Sprung firft, and ftill do flow, th'eternal Rills of Senfes 

To none but thee our Art divine we owe. 
From whom it had its Rife, and full Perfection too. 
Thou art the mighty Bank, that ever doft fupply. 
Throughout the World the whole poetic Company : 


With thy vaft Stock alone they traffic for a Namet 
And fend their glorious Ventures out to all the Coails 
of Fame. 

How trulier blind was dull Antiquity, 
Who faften'd that unjuft Reproach on thee f 

Who can the (enfeleh Tale believe ; 
Who can to the falfe Legend Credit give ? 
Or think thou wanted'ft Sight, by whom all others fee ? 

What Land, or Region, how remote foe'er, 
Does not fo well defcrib'd in thy great Draughts 
That each thy native Conn try feems to be, 
And each toVe been furvey'd, and meafur'd out by 

\^hatever Earth does in her pregnant Bowels bear» 
Of on her fruitful Surface wear ; 
Whatever the fpacious Fields of Air contain , 
Or far extended Territories of the Main ; 
Is by thy (kilful Pencil fo exadly fhown, 
We&arcedifcern where thou or Nature beil has drawn } 
Nor is thy quick, all-piercing Eye, 
Or check'd, or bounded here : 
But farther does furpafs, and farther does defcry» 
Beyond the Travels of the Sun and Year. 

E 2 


Strait he to the dull Pedants gave Releafe, 
And a more noble Mafter ftrait took place : 
Thouy who the Grecian Warrior fo could'ft praife» 
As might in him jofl Envy raife^ 
Who (one woold think) had been himfeif too high 
To envy any thing of all Mortality, 

'Twas thoD that taught'ft him Leflbns loftier far. 
The Art of Reigning, and the Art of War t 
And wond'rous was the Progrefs which he made, 
While he the Adts of thy great Pattern read : 
The world too narrow for bis boondlefs ConqueHs 
He conquer'd one» and wllh'd, and wept for new i 
From thence he did thofe Miracles produce. 
And fought, and vanquifh'd by the Condu^ of a 

Ko wonder rival Nations qnarrel'd for thy Births. 
A Prize of greater and of higher Worth, 
Than that for which thy mighty Hero fought. 
And Trey^ with ten Years War, and its Deftruflionf 

Well did they think it noble to have bore that Nani^» 
Which the whole World would with Ambition claim ; 

Well did thy Temples raife 
To thee^ Sit whom Nature herfelf flood in Amaze, 


A Work ihe never tried to mendy nor cou*d : 
In which xniflaking Man, by chance^ ihe formM a 
How gladly would our willing IJk refign 
lier (ab'lous Anbury and her boalled Conftantiniy ' 

And half her Wortljies of the Norman Line, 
And quit the Honour of their Births, to beinfur'd to 
How juftly might it the wife Choice approve. 
Prouder in this, than Creu to have brought forth al» 
mighty Jove ? 

Unhappy we, thy BHtiJh Offspring here. 
Who ftrive, by thy great Model, Monuments to rear: 

In vain for worthlefs Fame we toil, 
Who're pent in the ftraight Limits of a narrow IJU : 
In vain our Force and Art we ipend. 
With noble Labours, to enrich our Land, 
Which none beyoj^d our Shores vouchfafe to under* 
Be the fair Structure ne'er fo well defin'd. 
The Parts with ne'er fo much Proportion join'd ; 
Yet foreign Bards (fuch is their Pride or Prejudice) 
All the choice Workmanihip» for the materials fake^ 
'. ileipife* 

. . £4- 


But happier thou» tbe Genius dxd difpenfe 
In Lai^tia^ univerfal as th^ Senfe : 

All the rich Bullion^ which thy foverei^ Stamp 
doefV^af . 

On every Coaft, of Wit, does eqnal Value bear, 
Allow'd by all, and corrent every where. 
No Nation yet has been To barbarous found. 
Where thy tranfcendent Worth was ftot renown'd. 
ThrouglKKit the World, thou art with Wonder read, 
Whelerer Learning does its commerce fpread. 
Wherever Fame with all her Tongues can fpeak. 

Wherever the bright God of Wit does his vail Jottr<* 
nies take. 

Happy above Mankind that enry'd Name, 
Which Fate ordain'd to be thy glorious Theme ; 
What greliter Gift could bounteous Heaven bellow 

On Its chief Favourite below ? 
What nobler Trophy cottld his high Delerts befic> 
Than thefe thy vaft ereded Pyramids of Wit? 

Not Statues caft in folid Brafs, 
Kor thoTe which Art in breathing Marble does ex- 

^ Can boaft an equal Life, or LaAingnefs, 

With their well-poli(h'd Images, which clain^ 
A Nighe ifi thy majeftic Monumenu of FaixL«» 


Hmt their onfadfliM, inooiTSptiblc Meaioriei 

Can prondeft Lowvra and E/curials de^iife, 

And all tke nccdlefs Helpi of £uft*i ooftly Vanhies. 

No Blafts of Heaven, or Ruin of tiie Spheres, 
' Ntit all the waihtng Tides of xollinf Yean, 
Nor the whole Race of battering Time fhall e'er wear oat 

The great Infcriptions which thy Hand has wrought. 
Here thou and they (hall live, and bear an endlefs Date, 
Firm as inroU'd in the eternal Regifler of Fate : 

For ever curft be that mad Emperor, 

(And curft enough he is, be fure) 

May future Poets on his hated Name 

Shed all their Gall and fouled Infamy, 
And may it here Hand branded with eternal Shame 
Who thought thy Works could mortal be, 

And fought the glorious Fabric to deilroy : 

In this (could Fate permit it to be done) 

His damned Succejfor he had outgone. 
Who Rome and all its Palaces in Afhes laid. 
And the great Ruins with a favage Joy furvey'd : 
He burnt but what might be rebuilt, and richer 

But .had the impious Wiih fucceeded here, 

^Thad.rais'd what Age, nor Art could e^er repair. 
Not that vaft univerfal Flame, 
Which, at the final Doom, 

This beauteous Work of Nature muft confume^ 


And Heaven, and all its Glories, in one Urn intomli 
Will bum a nobler o^ more lafting Frame i 
As firm and ftrong as tbat it fhall endure 
Thro* all the Injuries of Time fecorey 

Nor die till the whole World its Funeral Pile become* 



( J9 ) 

B I O N. 


In Imitation of the Greek of Mofchus, iewailing tbi 
Death of tbi Earl of Rochester. Anno i6So* 

iVloora all ye Groves, in darker Shades be feen.: 
Let Groans be heard, where gentle Winds have been : 
Ve Albion Rivers, weep your Fountains dry» 
•And all ye Plants, your Moiflure fpend, and die: . 
Ye melancholy Flowers, which once were Men» 
Lament until you be transformed again : 
Let ev^ry Rofe pale as the Lily be, 
And Winter Froil feize the Anemone : 

^ But thou, O Hyacinth^ more vigorous growt ^ 

In mournful Letters thy fad Glory ihow» ^ 

Enlarge thy Grief, and flonriih in thy Woe : ^ 

For BioH^ the beloved Bion^s dead, 

, liis Voice is gone, his tuneful Breath is fled. 

Comiy allji Mufes, come^ adorn the Shepherd* s Hearfi 
fTitb mver-fadin^ Garla/ub, neviT'dyi^g Vtrfe^ 


Moarn, yc fwect Nightingales, in thickeft Woods, 
Tell the (ad News to all the Brittfif Floods : 
See it to Ifis^ and to Cam convey'd. 
To Thames^ to Hurnhni aAd to utmoft iT^weed .- 
And bid them waft their bitter Tidings on, ^ 

How if*0ff's dead, how the lov^d^ovim is gcMie, V 
And with him all the Art of graceful Song. j 

Ccmt^ all ye Ma(es, comi^ mdtm the ShephenTs Hearfe^ 
With imftr-fading Garlamls, nt*ver^ying Verfi. 
Ye gentle Swans, that haant the Brooks and Sprinas, 
Pine with fad Grief, and droop your fickly Wings : 
In doiefbl Notes the heavy lofs bewail, 
Such as yon iing at your own Funeral, 
Such as you fing when your lovM Orpheus felL 
Tell it to all the Rivers, Hills, and Plains ; 
Tell it to all the Britif} Nymphs and Swains, 
And bid them too the difmal Tidings fpread. 
Of Bion'% Fate, of EnglanJ*s Orpheus d^ad. 

Comet "^h^ Mufes, comcj adorn the ShepberJ^s tiemfii 
With ne^er-fading Garlands ^ nether' dying Verje. 
Ko more, alas ! no more that lovely Swain 
Charms with his tuneful Pipe the wond'ring Plain t 
Ceas'd are thofe Lays, ceas'd are thofe fprightly Airsj 
That woo'd our Souls into our ravi(h'd Ears : 
For which the lift'ning Stteams forgot to run. 
And Trees lean'd their attentive Branches down : 


While the glad Hills lotk the twtet Sounds to lofe. 
Lengthened in Echoes every heav'nly Clofe. 
D^wn to the melancholy Shades he's gooc> 
And theie to Letbe'% Banks reports his Moan : 
Nothing is heard upon the Mpuntaias now 
But penfive Herds that for their Mailer lowe : 
Straggling and comfortlefs about they rove, 
Unroindful of their Pafiurey and their Love« 

Come J all ye Mufesy conUj ttdorn the SbepbertPs Hearfe^ 
With ne^er-fading Garlands^ ttfver'djfing Fer/e. 
For thee, dear $wain» for chee, his much lov'd Son^ 
Does Pbabus Clouds of mouriung Black put on : 
For thee the Satyrs and the ruftic Fauns 
Sigh and lament thro' all the Woods and Lawns : 
Vox thiee the Fairies grieve* and ceaie to dance 
In fportfu) Rings* by Night* upon the Plains : 
The Vlzltxrlfymths alike thy Abfeoce jnouni* 
And all theii; Springs to Tears and Sorrow turn : 
Sad Echo too does in deep Silence naoan* 
Sjnce thou art mute* fince thou art fpeechlefs grown ^ 
She finds nought worth her Paios to imitate* 
Now thy fweet Breath's fiopt by untimely Pate : 
Trees .drop their Leaves to dreis thy Funeral^ 
And all their Fruit before its Autumn fall : 
Each Flower fades^ a«d hangs its wither'd Head* 
And fcorns to thrive or live* now thou art dead : 



Their bleating Flocks no more their Udders fill. 
The painfttl Bees negledt their wonted Toil : 
Alas ! what boots it now their Hives to flore» 
With therich Spoils of every plander'd Flower 
When Thouy that waft all Sweetnefs, art no more 
Comet all ye Mofes, come, adorn the Shepherd's Hearfit 
With ne'ver^fading Garlands^ nenjer-dying Ver/e* 
Ne'er did the Dolphins on the lonely Shore* 
In fuch loud Plaints utter their Grief before : 
Never, in fuch £id Notes, did Philomel 
To the relenting Rocks her Sorrow tell : 
Ne'er on the Beech did poor Alcyone 
So weep, when flie her floating Lover faw : 
Nor l^at dead Lover to a Sea-fowl turn'd. 
Upon thofe Waves where he was drown'd fo mourn'd % 
Nor did the Bird of Memnon with fuch Grief» 
Bedew thofe Aflies which late gave him life : 
As thdy did now with vying Grief bewail. 
As they did all lament dear Bicn^B Fall : 

ConUt all ye Mufes, come, adorn the Shepherd's Hearfi^ 
With ne^uer-fading Garlandsi never-ifying Ferfi. 
In ty^jy Wood, on every Tree and Bufh, 
The Lark, the Linnet, Nightingale and Throfh, 
And all the feather'd Choir, that us'd to throng, 
In liftloing Flocks, to learn his well-tun'd Song t 


Now eacli in the fad Confort bear a Part, 
And vvith kind Notes repay their Teacher's Art r 
Ye Turtles too, I charge you here ailifty 
Let not ypar Murmurs in the Crowd be miR. : 
' To the deatSwajn do not ungrateful prove, 
That taughx yoahow to fing, and how to love. 

Comtf all ye Mufes, comi9 adorn the ShipberiTsHear/e, 
With mver-fading Garlands^ m^evdying Ftr/e. 
Whom haft thou left behind thee, fkilful Swain, 
That dares afpire to reach thy matchlefs Strain ? 
Who is there, after thee, that dares pretend, 
Rafhly to take thy warbling Pipe in Hand ? 
Thy Notes remain yet frefti in every Ear, 
And give us all Delight, and all Defpair: 
Pleas'd Echo ftill. does on them meditate. 
And to the whirling Reeds their Sounds repeat* 
Pan only e'er can equal thee in Song, 
That Talk does only to great Pan belong : 
Bot Pan himfelf, perhaps, will fear to try. 
Will fear, perhaps, to be outdone by ihee. 

C^ne^ allyi Mufes, come^ adorn the Shepherd* s Hearfip 
With, never-fading Garlands ^ ne^ver- dying Fer/e* 
J^air Galatea too laments thy Death, 
Laments the ceaiing of thy tuneful Breath ; 
Oft ihet kind Nymph, reforted heretofore. 
To hear thy artful Meafures from the Shore : 


Not harlh, like the rade Cyckps^ were thy Lays, 
Whofe grating Soands did her ktl Ears difpleaft X 
Such was the Force of thy inckantiiig Toague* 
That (he for ever coald have heard thy Sosg, 
And chid the Hoars that did fb fvifcly run. 
And thought the San too hafty to go down, . . 
Now does the lovely Nenid^ for thy Sake, 
The Sea, and all her Fellow-Nyinphft feriake ; 
Penfive upon the Beach fiie fiu alone. 
And kindly tends the Flocks from which thou'rt 
Comet allyi Mttfes, etwu^ fuUru thi SbipbirJ^s Heurjkf 
With ne'ver-fading Garlands f tufver-dyimg Ferjk* 
V^ith thee, fweet Biou, all the Grace of Soag, 
And all the Mu/u boafted Art is gone : 
Mute i^ thy^ Voice, which could all Hearts conusand^ 
Whofe Pow'r no Shepherdefs could e^er withftand: 
All the foft weeping Loves ab^ve thee moan. 
At once their Mother's Darling, and their own : 
Dearer waft thou to Vemts than her Lof^Sj 
Th^tt her charm'd Girdle, thaa her faithfel Doves^ 
Than the.laftgafptng Kiiics, wiiich, in Death, 
Jdonis gave, and with then^ gave his Breath. 
This, Tbameu ah ! this is now the fecond Lofs, 
For which in Tears thy weeping Ciirrent flows ; 



^pen/eft the Mufcs Glory, went before. 
He ;par8M long fince to the Elyfian Shore : 
Vot him t^hey fay) for him thy dear beloved Son^ 
Thy Waves did long in fobbing Murmurs groan 
Long fill'd the Sea with their Complaint and Moan 
But now, alas ! thou doft afrefh bewail. 
Another Son does now thy Sorrow call : 
To part with either, thou alike wall loth, 
Both dear to thee, dear to the Fountains both : 
He largely drank the Rills of facred Cam^ 
And this no lefs of Ifit nobler Stream : 
He fung of Heroes, and of hardy Knights, 
Far fam'd in Battles, and renown'd Exploits : 
This meddled not with bloody Fights and Wars, 
Pan was his Song, and Shepherds harmlefs Jars, 
Love's peaceful Combats, and its gentle Cares. 
Love ever was the Subject of his Lays, 
And his foft Lays did Vtnus ever pleafe. 

CotMi all ye Mufes, come^ adorn the Shepbtrd^s Uiarjcf 
With M^ver-fading Garlands 9 ne^ver-dying Virfe* 
Thou, {acred Bion^ art lamented more 
Than all our tuneful Bards that dy'd before : 
Old Chancery who firft taught the Ufe of Verfe^ 
No longer has the Tribute of our Tears : 
Milton^ whofe Mufe with fuch a daring Flight 
Led oat the wairing Serapbims to Fight : 
Vol. IL F 



Bleft CtfovAf toOt who oa the Baaks of dm* ' 

So fweetly Agk'd his Wiongf* and told his Flame; 

Aiid be *» whofe Song rais'd C$ep£r*$ Hill fo higb» 

As made its Glory with farmttffus vie ; 

And fi>ft OrMa t> who& bright flunuig Name* 

Stands next great Sappbo*% in the Ranks of Fame : 

All now unwept and uolameated pafs» 

And> in our Grief, no longer ihare a Place : 

BioH alone does all our Tears ingrofs* 

Our Tears are all too few for Bion^s Loft* 

Coftti^ aUyt Mttfesy rMRf 9 0dum the Sbiphrd^s Sbarfip 
With neviT'fading Gmrlandit nuver-ifyivg Vfrfi* 
Thee» all the Herdimen moam» in gentleft Iiays» 
And rival one another in thy Praife : 
In fpreading Letters they engrave thy Name 
On ^tx^ Bark that's worthy of the iame : 
Thy Name is w;ubled forth by every Tongue, 
Thy Name the Barden of each Shepherd's Song X 
Waller, fweeteft of living Bards^ prepares 
For thee his tender'il and his moarnfttU'ft Air9» 
And I, the meaneft of the Britijh Swains, 
yVmongft the reft, offer thefe humble Strains : 
If I am reckoned not nnbleft in Song, 
'lis what I owe, to thy all-teaching Tongne : 

« Sir ^9hn ^ivtoi. t Mrs. KaOi^rw fhtUfs. . 


Oli THS BAftl. OF ROCHBSTBtt. d/ 

Some of th^ An* (mt 9/t 1I17 tiuttfui Bicatfc» 
Thou didil^ by Wiilt tt» wordUeft me be^oetth | 
OtW«, tKy f'locksy ttiy IiMid«> thy Rkhes have, 
To me tliDu didft thy Pipf smd Skill vooehfafc. ■ 

Corny ^je MoiS?f 9 cmiw 4uhnt *bt Shefker^s Hearfi^ 

Alas ! by what iU F^t^, to Man unkind. 
Were we to fo ftvere a X<ot drfign'd ? 
The meaneft Flow^n which the Gardens yield* 
The vUeft Weedi that Hoorifli in the Pieid, 
Which lottft ei^ l?ng Ik dead in Winter's Snow, 
Shall ipriog agajxi, agein mere vig'roat grew : 
Yon Sm), and thU bright Gloiy of eke Day, 
Which N^ht is h^^og now to fiiatch aivay, 
Sh|lt ri/jP anew* aore ftiniog and more gay : 
But wretched wf mnft haidei Meafare find, ' 
The greatest br^yeft, wittteA of Mankind ; 
When £)e4th h^ WCe pat oat their Light> in valti 
£ver exped the I)«WA of \iX» again : 
In the davk Grave VS^iMky th^ lie^ 
•And there fleep 9Ht endleft Eternity. 
There tbo9 p Si^oce ever art confin'd, 
While lefs def^rving Swains are left ))ehind 9 
^ pleafe the Fates tq deal with ns.bebw, 
'^liey cull out tlue, and let dull lla^tfius %o : 

• -Fa* 



M^wMs fiill livesy ftill let him live for me» 
He and hit Pipe fliall ne'er my Envy be : 
None e'er that heard thy fweet, thy artfal Tongue, 
Will grate their £ars with his rough untun'd Song. 
Coptif aliji Mafes, tomtf adom the SbepberiPs Hearfif 
With never-failing Garlands^ never-dying Ver/e, 
A fierce Difeaie, fent by ungentle Death, 
Snatch'd Bion hence, and ftopt his hallow'd Breath : 
A faul Damp put out that heav'nly Fire, 
That facred Heat, which did his Breath infpire : 
Ah !. what malignant HI could boaft that Power 
Which his fweet Voice's Magic could not cure ? 
Ah cruel Fate! how couldft thou chufe but fpare? 
How could'ft thou exercife thy Rigour here ? 
Would thou hadfl thrown thy Dart at worthlefs me. 
And let this dear, this valu'd Life go free : 
Better ten thoufand meaner Swains had dy'd. 
Than this beft Work of Nature been deftroy'd. 

Comef all ye Mnfes, conUf adom the Shepherd* s Hearfe^ 
With never'-fading Garlandii never-dying Fer/e* 
Ah ! would kind Death alike had fent me hence $ 
But Grief fliall do the Work, and fave its Pains : 
Grief fliall accomplifli my deiir'd Doom, 
And foon difpatch me to Elyfium : 
There, Bion^ would I be, there gladly know, 
How with thy Voice thou charm'ft the Shades below* 


Sing, Shepherd, fing, oneof th/ Strains diviof. 

Such as may melt the fierce Etyfian Queen : 

^\it^ once herfelf was pleased with tuneful Strains* 

And fung anddanc'don the Sicilian Plains : 

Fear not thy Song ihould nnruccefsful prove. 

Fear not but 'twill the pitying Goddefs move : 

She once was won by Orpheus* heav'nly Lays, 

And gave his fair Eurydice Releafe. 

And thine as powerful (queftion not, dear Swain,) 

jShall bring thee back to thefe glad Hills again, 

£v'n I myfelf, did I at all excel. 

Would try the utmod of my Voice and Skill, 

Would try to move the rigid King of Hell. 


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T If ft 




Imitated out <tf the GkifeK t4 Bcor of SMtkRit* 


1 moom Adomu ^sur Adonis dead. 
He's dead» and all that's lovely with him fled : 
Come, all ye Loves, come hither, and bemoan 
The charming fweet Adonis dead and gone: 
Rife from thy purple Bed, and rich Alcove, 
•^I'hrow off thy gay Attire, great Queen of Lovej 
Henceforth in fad and mournful Weeds appear. 
And all the Marks of Grief and Sorrow wear. 
And tear thy Locks, and beat thy panting Breaft^ 
And cry, My dear Adonis, is deceased. 
I mourn Adonis^ the foft Loves bemoan. 
The gentle fweet Adonis dead and gone« 

rttt LAMENTATION ttc. ^t 

On the cold Mooauiit lies the Wfetched Yovthf 
Kill'd b)r k fyvmgp Boar's nnffiiylng Tooth : 
In his white Thigh the Hitil Stroke is fomid. 
Nor whiter was the Tooth that gave the W6i»d t 
'Prom the wide Woand faft (lows the ftretming Oofre# 
And llains the Skin, which was all Snow btfbre : 
His Breathy with qaick ihort Tremblings, comes and 

And Death his fainting Efes begins to otoft : 
From his pole Lips the toi&j Cokntr^i Aed» 
Fledy and has lef^ his Kifles cold and dead : 
Vet Fe/tus never will his Kiifts leave. 
The GodM$ ever to his Lips we cleave : 
The £i(« of her dear Youth does pleafe her Htl}^ 
But her poor Yottth does not the PleaAife feel : * 
Dead, he feels not her Love, feels not her Grief* 
Peels not her Kifs, which might ev'n L)fi$ retrieve* 
' I ifioarn Aiiwht the fad Loves belnoan* 
The comely fair Adonhs dead and gone. 
Deep in his Thigh, deep went the killing Smutg 
Bat deeper far it goes in retiu/ Heart ; 
His faithful Dogi about the Mountain yell, 
And the hard Patf of their dead Mafter tell : 
The troubled Nymphs alike in doleful Strains, 
ProcUim bis Death thro' M the Fields and Plains) 



Bat t)\e &d Goddeis* moft of all fbrloniy 
With Love diftndedy juid with Sorrow torn ; 
Wild in her Look, and roeful in her Air, 
With Ganlient^ rent, and with dilhevePd Hair, 
Tikto' Brakes, thro' Thickets, and thro' pathle& 

: Ways, 
fThro* Woods* thro' Haunts, and Dens of Savages, 
UndrdI, unihod, carelefs of Honour, Fame, 
And Dapger, flies, and calls on his lov'd Name : 
Rade Brambles, as fhe goes^ her Body tear. 
And her ^nt Feet with Blood her Stones befmear. 
She, thoaghtlefs of the unfeic Smart, flies on, . 
And fills the Woods and Valleys with her Moan. 

Lotdly does on the Stars and Fates complain. 
And prays they'd give Adms back again : 
But he, alas ! die wretched Youth, alas! , 
Lies cold and ftiff, extended on the Grafi : 
There lies l^e ileep'd in Gore, there lies he drown'd 
In purple Streams, that gufh from his own wound. 

AU the foft Band of Loves their Mother moctrn. 
At once of Beauty and of Love forlorn. 
Feuus has loft her Lover, and each Grace, 
That (at before in Triumph in her Face,. 
By Grief chas'd thence, has now forfook the Place. 
Tl^it Day, which fnatch'd Adgnis from her Arms, 
That Day bereft the Goddefi of her Charms. 


The Woods and Trees in mnrmaring Sigks bemoan 
The Fate of fair Adonis dead an<f gone* 
The Rivers too, as if they would deplore 
Jiis Death» with Grief fwell higher than before: 
The Flowers weep in Tears of dreary Dew» 
Andy by their drooping Heads, their Sorrow fhew : 
But mod the C^/r/tfn Queen, with Shrieks and Groans, 
Fills all the neighb'ring Hills, and Vales, and Towns: 
The poor Adonis 4kadl is all her Cry ; 
Adonis dead! fad Echo does reply. 
What cruel Heart would not the Queen of Love 
To melting Tears and foft Compaffion move, 
When fhe faw how her wretched Lover fell. 
Saw his deep Wound, faw it incurable i 
Soon as her £yes his bleeding Wound furveyM, 
With eager Clips (he did his Limbs invadcj 
And thefe ibfc, tender, mournful Things ihe 

« Whither, O whither fly'fl thou, wretched Boy ? 
<< Suy, my Adonis f ftay, my only Joy : 
<* O Hay, unhappy Youth, at lead till I, 
** With one kind Word, befpeak thee ere thou die* 
** Till 1 once more embrace thee, till I feal 
'' Upon thy dying Lips my laft FareweL 
'* Look up one Minute, give one parting Kifs, 
*J One Kiisi dear Youth» to dry thefe flowing Eyes ) 

\t faid : J 



«< One Ki&i as tby M LegiMqs l'^^ fakk 
Preferve, no God fliali tftko it off igaift. 
Kifsy while I irateh thy fwimming Eye-Mi^ nmU 
Watch thy hift Gafp^ and eacdi diy fptiiigklg Sliok 
^* ril fuck it ifl» PU board it in my Heart, 
« * I with (hat Taered Pledge will neref frart. 
*< Bat thoQ wilt part, but thou art gone, fkr f6ne, 
«< To the dark 8hade«, and leav'ft me hei^ al«fie, 
'< Thou dy'ft, bdt hopele6 I muft fttfier Life, 
** Maft pine away, with eafelefr, cndlefs Griefl 
« Why was I born a Goddefs i why w^ I 
*< Made foch a Wretch, to Want the Power to dk f 
*' If I, by Death, my Sorrows touft redrefs. 
If the cold Grave could not my PaiA» give Eafe^ 
I'd gladly die> Fd rather nothing be, 
Than thus condemned to Immortality : 
** In that vaft empty Void, atid bomidlefs Waft^y 
" We mind not what's to come, nor ^hat is paft, 
'' Of Life or Death we know no I>iihfrenclF, . 
'* Nor Hopes, nor Fears, at all aifl&ft our Senfe a 
'^'But thofe who are of Pleafdre once bereft^ 
'* And muft (urvive, are moft unhappy left : 
*' To rav'nous Sorrow they arc left a Prey, 

Nor can they ever drive Defpair away« 
S << Take, cruel Prdfirpinef take my lov'd 0oy» 
Rich with my Spoils, do thou my Lofs enjoy. 





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«< Takt MxH, rtkntlefs Ooddefs, fbr tby owti, 

«*■ ifeirtr^ till aow, waft thou my Envy ^rott^fl. 

•* 'Hflid Fate! that tiitts the beft of things maft be 

•« AlMys 4he Phltider of the Grave and thee : 

** The Grave, and thoa, now all my Hopes engrofs, 

** And I ibr e^^ ziixift Aionh loTe ; 

*« Thou'rtdead, alas! alas! my Yooth, thonVt dead, 

** Ami. with thee all nty Pleafures too are Hed ; 

'< TheyV6 kW likd flettittg vftliiihM Dreams pafs'd 

»: •* 6*er, 

** And n^ght^ but the Remembrance, left in Store, 

" Of fnfted Joys, ne'iir td be tafted more : 

^■' Wkh thee; my Seflost all tty Charms art gone, 

** Thy Ftfms muft thy AbfenCe ever moan, 

*« And fpend the tedions, live-long Night alone. 

'' Ah ! hetdleis Boy, why wouldft thon ralhly chafe 

** Tlyfetf to dangerous Pleafdres to t%^{t ? 

^\ Why wouldft thou hunt } why wouldft thou any 

fi «« more 

*' VoAtiire, with Dog^, to chace the fbaming Boar ! 
** IPh^ waft all fair to mine, to human Eyes, 
"But not, alas I to thofe mild Savages. 
** OneHrould have thought thy Swcetnefs might have 

%*• ..ehaNii'd 
<' The rougheft Sindr tlte fierceft Rage dtfarm'd ; ' 


" Mine. I am fure, it could ; but woe is thee ! ' 


** All were not £yes» all were not Breafts^ like me. 

In fuch fad Words the Dame her Grief did vent* < ' 
While the wing'd Loves kept time with her Com- 
plaint : 
As many Drops of Bloody as from the Wound 
Of (lain JdoHUf fell upon the Ground* 
So many Tears, and more, you might have told. 
That down the Cheeks of weeping Venus roll'd : 
Both Tears and Blood, to new-born Flpw'rs give ri&y 
Hence Rofes fpring, and thence Anemonies. 

Ceafe, FenuSf in the Woods to mourn thy Love, 
Thou'ft vented Sighs, thou'ft laviih'd Tears enonghf 
See, Goddefs, where a glorious Bed of State 
Does ready for thy dear Adonis wait : 
This Bed was once the Scene of Love and Joy, 
But now muft bear the wretched murdered Boy : 
There lies he, like a pa^e and wither'd Flower* 
Which fome rude Hand had cropt before its Hour \ 
cYet Smiles, and Beauties dill live in his Face* 
Which Death can never frighten from their Placc^ 
There let him lie upon that confcious Bed, 
. Where you Love's Miseries fo oft have tried : 
Where you've enjoy 'd fo many a happy Nighty 
Each lengthen'd into Ages of Delight. ' 



There let him lie, there Heaps of Flowers ftrow, 

Rofes and Lilies ibre upon him throw. 

And Myrtle Garlands lavilhly beftow : 

Pour MyrHie, and Balm» and cofUieit Ointments on. 

Flowers are faded» Ointments worthlefs grown. 

Now thy Momsj now thy Youth is gone. 

Who was all Sweetnefs compriz'd in one* 

In Purple wrapt, jfdami lies in State, 
A Troop of mourning Loves about him wait : 
.£ach does feme Mark of their kind Sorrow (how. 
One breaks his Shafts, t'other unftrings his Bow, 
A third upon his Quiver wreaks his Hate, 
As the fad Caufes of his hafty Fate : 
This plucks his bloody Garments off, that brings 
Water in Veflels from the neighboring Spring 
Some wafh his Wounds, feme fan him with 
All equally their Mother's Lofs bemoan. 
All moan for poor Adonis dead and gone« 
Sad Hymen too, the fatal Lofs does mourn. 
His Tapers all to Funeral Tapers turn. 
And all his wither'd nuptial Garlands bum : 
His gay and airy Songs are heard no more. 
But mournful Strains that hopelefs Love deplore. 
Nor do the Graces fail to bear a Fart 
With wretched Venus^ in her Pain and Smart. 




ne poQr Mom de^d I by Unw Uwy ciy, ^ 

Apd drive in Grief the Go44ers tp outvie* 

The Mu/es too in ibfteH Lays bew^l 

The haplefs Youtb. »d his fled Soal recal s j 

But all in vain !— ah ! Niyxxbers are loo weak | 

To call the lo(l, the dead Mtmh back : 

Not all the Pow'rs of Vcrie^ or Charma of LoTe* 

The deaf, remorfelefs Fnfirpm * can laovc* 

Ceafe (hen, fad Qj^een of lA)ve, thy Plaints give oV» 
Till the next Year referve thy Grief ia Stoi? ; 
Referve thy Sighs and Tears in Store till Ui«ii» 
Then thou mud figbi then thou muft w^ep agai?* 

• Wife of ?1^to^ Queen of th/e Ppefs Hdl. 

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V. i.Far from our pleafant native TaJefiim, 
Where great Eufbroi^s with a mighty Curreat flows, ^ 
And does in watry Limits tabjlon confine, 
CiUrs'd Babylon! the Caufe and Aotbpr of our Woes ; 
There, on the River's Side, 
Sat wretched captive we. 
And in iad Tears bew^l'd our Mifery. 
Tears whofe vaft Store increasM the neighboring 

We wept, and itraight our Grief before us brought 
A thoufand diftant Objeds to our Thought, 
As oft as we furvey'd the gliding Stream, 
Lov'd Jordan did our fad Remembrance claim ; 
As oft as we th'adjoining City view'd. 
Dear ^/0»'s rased Walls Qur ^ rief reoew'd s 


Oh facrcd Temple, once th* Alroif ';ty's blefs'd Abode, 
Now quite forfaken by our angry God ! 
Shall ever diflant Time, or Place, 
Your firm Ideas from my Soul deface ! 

Shall they not dill take up my Bread, 
As long as that, and Life, and I, fhall laft ? 
Grant, Hcav'n, (nor fhall my Pray'rs the Curfe with- 
That this my learned Ikilful Hand, 
{Which now o'er all the tuneful Strings can boail 

Which does as quick, as ready, and unerring prove. 
As Nature, when it would its Joints or Fingers move) 

Grant, it forget its Art, and Feeling too. 
When I forget to think, to wifli, to pray for you : 

6. For ever tied with Dumbncfs be my Tongue, 
When it fpeaks aught that fhall not to your Praife 

If that be not the conflant Subject of my Mufe and 

7. Reme mer, Heav'n, remember Edom on that Day, 
And with like Sufferings their Spite repay. 

Who made our Miferies their cruel Mirth and Scorn, 
Who laugh'd to fee our flaming City burn. 
And wlfhM it might to Afhes turn : 


Raze 9 rasce it (was their curfed Cry) 

Rasce all its fiately Strudures dt^vn. 
And lay its Folates and TempU Irvel fwitb the Ground, 
^ill Sion buried in bis difmalRuin lie. 
Forgot p alike, its Place, its Nasne, and Memory. 

8« And thoa» prond Babylon! jaft Objeflof ourHate 
Thoa too (halt feel the fad Reverfe of Fate ! 

Tho' thou art now exalted high. 
And with thy lofty Head o*crtop*ft the Sky, 
As if thou would'il the Pow'rs above defy ; 
Thou, if thofe Pow'rs (and fure they will) prove juf!, 
If my prophetic Grief can aught forefee, 
Ere long (hall lay that lofty Head in Dud, 
And blufh in Blood for all thy prefent Cruelty : 
How loudly then (hall we retort thofe bitter Taunts ! 
How gladly to the Mufic of thy Fetters dance ! 
A day will come (O might I fee't !) ere long, 
That (hall revenge our mighty Wrong : 
Then bleft, for ever bleft, be he 
Whoever (hall return't on thee. 
And give it deep, and pay't with bloody Ufury : 

May neither aged Groans, nor Infant's Cries, 
Nor piteous Mother's Tears, nor ravifh'd Virgin's 
Soften thy unrelenting Enemies : 

G z 

84 P ARAPHRASK, kt. 

Let them, as thou to us, inexorable prove^ 

Nor Age, nor Sex» their deaf Compaflioli taiove; 
Rapes, Murders, Slaughters, Funerals, 
And all thou doft attempt within our Sh»*s Walls, 

May 'ft thou endtire« and more, till joyful we 
Confefs thyfelf outdone in artful Cruelty. 

Bleft, yea thrice blefled, be that barbarous Hand, 
(Oh Grief, that I fuch dire Revenge commend !} 
Who tears out Infants from their Mother's Womb, 
And hurls them, yec unborn, into their Tomb, 
Klefs'd he, who plucks them from their Parents 

That Sandiuary from all common Harms, 
¥/ho with thy Skulls and Bones ihall pave thy Streets 

all o'er. 
And fill thy glutted Channels with their fcatter'd 
Brains and Gore. 

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1 o Thee, O God, we thy juft Praifes fing. 
To Thee, we thy great Name rehcarfe : 
We are thy Vaflals, and this humble Tribute bring 
To Thee, acknowledg'd only Lord and King, 
Acknowledged fole and fov'reign Monarch of the 
All Parts of this wide Univerfe adore. 
Eternal Father, thy Almighty Power ; 
The Skies, and Stars, Fke, Air, and Earthy- atid Seas^ 
With all their numerous, aamelefs Progeny, 
Confefs, and their due Homage pay to Thee ! 
For why ? thou fpak^H the Word, and mad'ft them 
all from nothing be. 
To Thee all Angels, all thy glorious Court Otthigh^ 
Seraph and Cherub, the Nobility, 
And whatfoever Spirits be 
Cf Icfler Honour, left Degree ; 


To Thee, in heav'nly Lays, 
T hey fing loud Anthems of immortal Praife : 

Still Holy, Holy, Holy Lord of Hods, they cry ; 
This is their Bus'nefi, this their fole Employ, 

And thtts they fpend their long, and bleft Eternity. 

Farther than Nature's utmoft Shores and Limits 


The Streams of thy unbounded Glory reach ; 

Beyond the Straits of fcanty Time and Place, 

Beyond the Ebbs and Flows of Matter's narrow Seas 

They reach, and £11 the Ocean of Eternity and Space. 

Infus'd like fome vail mighty Soul, 
Thou doft inform and adluate this fpacious Whole : 
Thy unfeen Hand does the well-jointed Frame fuflain, 
\Vhich elfe .would to its prim'tive Nothing ihrink 

• . But moft, thou doft thy Majefty difplay. 
In the bright Realms of everlafting Day : 
There is thy Refidence, there doft Thou reign, 
Inhere, on a State of dazling Luflre (it. 
There fhine in Robes of pure refined Light, 
Where Sun's coarfe Rays are but a Foil and Stain, 
And refufe- Stars the Sweepings of thy glorious Train. 


There all thy Family of menial Saints, 
Huge Colonies of blefs'd Inhabitants, 
Which Death thro' countlefs Ages has tranfplantcd 
hence ; 
Now on thy Throne for ever wait, 
And fill the large Retinas of thy heav'niy State. 
There rev'rend rrophets fland, a pompous, goodly 

Of old, thy Envoys-Extraordinary here. 
Who brought thy L crcd Embaffies of Peace and War, 
That, to th' obedient, t'lis, the rebel World below. 

By them, the mighty Twelve have their abode. 
Companions once of the Incarnate faff'ring God. . 
Partakers now of all his Triumphs there. 
As they on Earth did in his Miseries Ihare. 
Of Martyrs nex t, a crown'd and glorious Choir, 
Illuilrious Heioes who have eain'd 
Thro' Dangers, and red Seas of Blood, the promis'd 

And pafs thro' ordeal Flames to thy Eternity in Fire. 
There, all make up the Confort of thy Praife, 

To Thee they fing, and never ceafe. 
Loud Hymns, and Hallelujahs of Applaufe: 
^^ Angel-Laureat does the Senfe and Strains com- 



Senfe, far above the Reach of mortal Verfc, 
Strains, far above the Reach of mortal Ears, 
A ad all a Mufe, unglorify d» can fancy or rehearfe. 

Nor is this Confoit only kept above. 

Nor is it to the Blefl alone confin'd ; 

But Earth, and all the Faithful he>e, are join'd. 
And drive to vie with them in Duty and in Love : 
And rho' they cannot equal Notes and Meafures raife, 
Strive to return th' imperfeft Echoes of thy Praife. 

They, thro* all Nations, own thy glorious Name, 

And every where, the great Three-One proclaim ; 
Thee, Father of the World, and Us, and Him, 

Who mufl Mankind, whom Thou did'll make, re* 
Thee, blefTed Saviour, Thee, ador'd, true only Son, 

To Man debas'd, to refcue Man undone : 
And Thee, eternal, holy Power, 

Who do'ft by Grace exalted Man reftore 
To all he loft, by the old Fall and Sin before. 

You, blefs'd and glorious Trinity, 
Riddle to bafHed Knowledge and Philofophy, 
Which cannot comprehend the mighty Miftcry 

Of nam'xous One, and the nnnumbcr'd Three« 


Vaft toplefs Pile of Wonders ! at whofe Sight 
Reafon itfelf turns giddy with the Height* 
Above the fluttering Pitch of human Wit, 

And ally but the flrong Wings of Faith, that Eagle's 

tow'ring Flight. 


Bleft Jefu ! how fhall we enough adore. 
Or thy unbounded Love, or thy unbounded Pow'r ? 
Thou art the Prince of Heav'n, Thou art the Al- 
mighty's Heir, 
Thou art th* eternal OiF-fpring of th' eternal Sire : 
Hail Thou, the World's Redeemer ; whom to free 
From Bonds of Death, and endlefs Mifery, 

Thou thought'fl it no Difdain to be 
Inhabitant of low Mortality : 

Th' Almighty thought it no Difdain 
To dwell in the pure Virgin's fpotlefs Womb, 
There did the boundlefs Godhead, and whole Heav'n 

find Room, 
And a fmall Point, the Circle of Infinity contain. 
Hail, Ranfom of Mankind, All-great, All-good I 

Who didHattone us with thy Blood, 
Thyfelf the OfF'ring, Altar, Prieft, and God : 
Thyfelf didfl die, to be our glorious Bail, 
From Death's Arreftsi and the eternal flaming Jail : 



Thyfelf thou gav'ft th* ineftimablc Price, 
To purchafe and redeem our mortgag'd Heav'n and 
Happinefs : 

Thither, when thy great Work on Earth had Eodi 
When Death itfelf was flain, and dead. 

And Hell, with all its Powers Captive led, 
Thou didft again triumphantly afcend : 
There doft Thou now, by thy great Father, fit on high. 

With equal Glory, equal Majefly, 
Joint-Ruler of the everlafting Monarchy. 

Again from thence. Thou (halt with greater Triumph 
When the lafl Trumpet founds the gen'ral Doom : 
And (lo !) thou com'il, and (lo !) the direful Sound 
does make 
Thro' Death's wide Realm Mortality awake : 
And (lo !) they all appear 
At thy dread Bar, 
And all receive th' unalterable Sentence there. 
Affrighted Nature trembles at the. difmal Day, 

And fhrinks for fear, and vanifhes away : 
Both that and Time breath out their laft, and now 

they die. 
And now are fwallow'd up and loft in vaft Eternity^ 


Mercy, O Mercy, angry God ! 
Scop, flop thy flaming Wrath, too fierce to be with- 
And quench it with the Deluge of thy Blood ; 
Thy precious Blood which was Co freely fpilt 
To wafh us from the Stains of Sin and Guilt : 
O write us with ic in the Book of Fate 
Amongd thy Chofen and Predeflinate, 
Free Denizens of Heaven, of the immortal State. 

Guide us, O Saviour ! guide thy Church below. 
Both Way and Star, Compafs and Pilot Thou : 
Do Thou this frail and tott'ring VefTel fteer 
Thro' Life's tempeftuous Ocean here. 
Thro* all the toffing Waves of Fear, 
And dang'rous Rocks of black Defpair. 
Safe, under Thee, we fhall to the wifh'd Hav'nmove, 
And reach the undifcover'd Lands of Blifs above. 
Thus low (behold 1) to thy great Name we bow. 
And thus we ever wifh to grow : 

Conflant, as Time, does thy fix'd Laws obey. 
To Thee our Worfhip, and our Thanks we pay : 
With thefe, we wake the chearful Light, 
With thefe, we Sleep and Refl invite : 
And thus we fpend our Breath, and thus -we fpend 

our Days, 
And never ceafe to fing, and never ceafe to praife. 

9a P A R A P H R A S E» &c. 

While thos each Bread, and Mooth, and Ear, 
Are filled with thy Praiie, and Love» and Fear, 
Let never Sin get Room, or Entrance there : 
Vouchfafe, O Lord, thro' this and all our Days 
To guard us with thy pow'rful Grace : 
Within oar Hearts let no ufurping Luft be found. 
No Rebel-Paflion Tumult raife. 
To break thy Laws, or break our Peace, 
But fet thy Watch of Angels on the Place* 
And keep the Tempter ftill from that forbidden 
Ever, O Lord, to us thy Mercies grant. 
Never, O Lord, let us thy Mercies want» 
Ne'er want thy Favour, Bounty, Liberality, 
But let them evei: on us be, 
Conftant as our own Hope and Truft on Thee : 
On Thee, we all our Hope and Truft repofe 1 
O never leave us to our Foes, 
Never, O Lord, defert our Caule : 
Thus aided and upheld by Thee, 
We'll fear no Danger, Death, nor Mifery : 
Fearlefs we thus will ftand a falling World 
With crufhing Ruins all about us hurl'd. 
And face wide-gaping Hell, and all its flighted Powers 

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Gi'viug an Account of tin Autbw** Inclinations t§ 


/\ s to that Poit * (if fo great a one a^ he. 

May fuffer, in Comparifcn with me) 

When heretofore, in Scythian f £xile pent» 

To which he from ungrateful Rome was fent* 

If a kind Paper from his Country came. 

And wore fubfcrib'd fome known and faithful Name ; 

That like a powerful Cordial did infufe 

New Life into his fpeechlefs, gafping Mufe, 

And ftrait his Genius, which before did Teem 

Bound up in Ice» and frozen as the Clime, 

By its warm Force and friendly Influence thawed, 

DiiTolv'd apace, and in foft Numbers flow'd : 


Such Welcome here, dear Sir, your Letter had 

With Me, (hut up in clofe Conftraint as bad : 

Not eager Lovers held in long Sufpenfe, 

With warmer Joy, and a more tender Senfe, 

Meet thofe kind Lines which all their Wiflies blefs. 

And iign and fealy delivered Happinefs : 

My grateful Thoughts fo throng to get abroad, 

They over-run each other in the Crowd : 

To you, with hafty Flight, they take their Way, 

And hardly for the Drefs of Words will flay. 

Yet pardon, if this only Fault I find. 
That while you praife too much, you are lefs kind ; 
Confider, « Sir, 'tis ill and dang'rous thus 
To over-lay a young and tender Mufe : 
Praife the fine Diet, which w're apt to love. 
If given to Excefs, does hurtful prove : 
Where it does weak diftemper'd Stomachs meet. 
That furfeits, which (hould Nourifhment create. 
Your rich Perfumes fuch Fragrancy difpenfe. 
Their Sweetnefs overcomes and palls my Senfe ; 
On my weak Head you heap fo many Bays, 
I fink beneath 'em quite, opprefs'd with Praife. 
And a refembling Fate with him receive. 
Who, in too kind a Triumph, found his Grave 
Smother'd with Garlands, which Applauders gave 



To you thefe Praifes ju^llier all belong* 
By alienating which yourfelf you wrong : 
Whom better can fuch Commendations fit 
Than you, who fo well teach, and pradiife Wit? 
Vcrfe, the great Boaft of drudging Fools, from (brae 
Nay mod of Scriblers, with much draining come ; 
They void 'em dribbling, and in Pain they write. 
As if they had a Strangury of Wit : 
Your Pen, uncallM, they readiy obey. 
And firorn your Ink (hould flow fo fail as they : 
Each Strain of yours fo eafy does appear, 
Each iuch a graceful Negligence does wear. 
As ih^ws you have none, and yet want no Care, 
None of your fcrious Pains, or Time, they coft. 
Bat what thrown by, you can afford for loft : 
If fuch the Fruits of your loofe Leifure be. 
Your c^relefs Minutes yield fuch Poetry ! 
We guefs what Proofs your Genius would impart. 
Did it employ you, as it does divert : 
But happy you, more prudent and more wife. 
With J)etter Aims have fix'd your noble Choice. 
While filly I, all thriving-Arts refufe. 
And all my Hopes, and all my Vigour lofe 
In Service on that worft of Jilts, a Mufe : 
For gainful Biifinefs, court ignoble Eafe, 
And in gay Trifles waftc my ill-(pent Days. 




Little I thooglit, my deareil Friend, that yoa 
Would thus contribute to my Ruin too : 
O'er-run with filthy Poetry and Rhime, 
The preient reigning Evil of the Timcy 
I lack'd, and (well I did myfelf aflure) 
From your kind Hand 1 fhoald receive a Cure: 
When (lo ;) inftead of healing Remedies, 
You cherifh, and encourage the Diieafe : 
Inhuman, you help the Diilemper on. 
Which was, before, but too inveterate grown : 
As a kind Looker on, whofe Int'reft fhares, 
Tho* not in Stake, yet in his Hopes and Fears, 
Would to his Friend, as pufliing Gamefter do, 
Recal his Elbow when he haAes to throw ; 
Such a wife Courfe you fhould have took with me, 
A raih and venturing Fool in Poetry. 
Poets are Cullies, whom Rook- Fame draws in. 
And wheedles with deluding Hopes to win : 
But when they hit, and mod fuccefsfui are. 
They fcarce come off with a bare, laving Share. 

Oft (I remember) did wife Friends diffuade. 
And hid me quit the trifling barren Trade, 
Oft have I try*d (Heav*n knows) to mortify 
This vile, and wicked Luft of Poetry : 
But Hill unconquer'd it remains within, 
Fix'd as an Habit, or fome darting Sin. 


In rain, I better ftudies there would fow, 
Ofiea I've tried, but none will thrive or grow : 
vAll my bed Thoughts, when I'd mofl ferious be. 
Are never from its foul Infedion free : 
Nay (God forgive me) when 1 fay my Prayers, 
I fcarce can help polluting them with Verfe : 
That fab'lous Wretch^ of Old, revers'd 1 feem. 
Who turn whatever I touch to Drofs and Rhime. 

Oft to divert the wild Caprice, I try. 
If fovereign Wifdom and Philofophy, 
Rightly applied, will give a Remedy : 
Strait the great Stagyrite * I take in Hand, 
Seek Nature and Myfelf to underfland : 
Much 1 refled on his vail Worth and Fame, 
And much my low and grov'ling Aims condemn, 
And quarrel that my ill-pack'd Fate fhould be 
This vain, this worthlefs Thing, cal I'd Poetry : 
But when I find this unregarded Toy 
Could his important Thoughts and Pains employ, 
By reading there, I am but more undone. 
And meet. that Danger, which I mean to (hun. 
Oft when ill Humour, Chagrin, Difcontent, 
Give Leifure my wild Follies to refent, 
I thus againft myfelf my PaiHon vent. 

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Enough* mad rhiming Sot» enough, for Shame 
Give o'er, and all thy Quills to Tooth-picks damn ; 
** Didft ever Thou the Altar rob, or worfe, -y 

** Kill the Prieft there, and Maids receiving Force ; > 
*' What elfe could merit this fp heavy Curfe? 3 
^ The greateft Curfe, I can, I wiih on him^ 
'* (If there be any greater than to rhime) 
Who £r(l di4 of the lewd Invention think, 
Firfl made two Lines, with Sounds refembling 
•\ Clink, 
•* And fwervipg from the cafy Paths of Frofc, 
** Fetters and Chains did on £rte ^nfe impofe : 
** Curs'd too be all the Fools, who fmce have went» 
" Mifled in Steps of thatill Precedent : 
•• \yant be entail'd their Lot ;"— and on I go, 
Wreaking my Spight on all the jingling Crew : 
Scarce the beloved Cowley fcapes, tho' I 
IVlight fooner my own Curfes fear, than he : 
And thus refolved, againil the fcribbling Vein, 
I deeply fwear, never to write again* 

But when bad Company and Wine conipire 
To kindle and renew the foolifh Fire^ ' 

Straltways relaps'd, I feel the raving Fit 
Ketum, and (trait I all my Oaths forget ; 


The Spirity which I thought caft oat before. 
Enters again, with flronger Force and Power, 
Worfe than at firil, and tyrannizes more. 
No fober, good Advice will then prevail. 
Nor from the raging Phrenzy me recal ; 
Coo] Reafon's Didlates, me, no more can move. 
Than Men in Drink, in Bedlam^ or in Love i 
Deaf to all Means which might moil proper ieem 
.Towards my Cure, I run flark mad in Rhime : 
A fad poor haunted Wretch, whom nothing lefs 
Than Prayers of the Church can difpoffefs. 

Sometimes, after a tedious Day half fpent. 
When Fancy long has hunted on cold Scent, 
Tir'd in the dull and fru'tlefe Chace of Thought, 
Defpairing, I grow weary, and give out ; 
As a dry Lecher, pump'd of all my Store, 
I loath the Things cauie I can do't no more : 
But when I once begin to find again 
^Recruits of Matter in my pregnant Brain, 
Again more eager, I the Haunt purfue. 
And with frefti Vigour, the lov'd Sport renew : 
Tickled with fome ftrange Pleafure, which I £nd, 
And think a Secrecy to all Mankind, 
I pleafe myfelf with the vain, falfe Delight, 
And count none happy, but the Fops that write. 

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ido A LfetTEk To A ]PRlENO» 

*Tis endlefsy Sir, to tell the many Ways 
Wherein my poor deluded felf I pleafe : 
Howy when the Fancy laboring for a Birth, 
With unfelt Throws^ brings its rode Ifiue for^ > 
How, after, when inpetfed, fhapelefs Thought 
Is, by the Judgment, into Fafhion wrought : 
When at firft Search, I traverfe oVr my Mind, 
None, but a dirk and empty Void, I find : 
Some little Hints, at length, like Spades break thence, 
And glimtn'xing Thoughts, juft dawning into Senfe: 
Confus'd, a while, the mi^^ Ideas lie, 
With nought of Mark to be difcover'd by ; 
Like Colours undiflingtufhM in the Night, 
Till the dufk Images movMto the Light, 
Teach the difceming Faculty to chufe. 
Which it had beft adopt, and which refiTfe. 
Her^ rougher Strokes, touch'd with a carelefs Dafh, 
fcefemble the firft fetting of a Face : 
There fini(hM Draughts, in Form more full appear, 
And to their Juftnefs afk no further Care, 
Mean while, with inward Joy, I proud am grown, 
To fee the Work fucctffsfully go on ; 
And prize myfelf in a Creating* Power, 
That could make Scfmething, what was Nought biS' 

' A LETTER rO A FHlEJfU* t6t 

Soxnedmes a ftiff unwieldy Thought I meet, • 
Which to my Laws, will fcarce be made fubmit : 
But when» after Expence of Pains and Time, 
'Tis managed well, and taught to yoke in Rhkncy 
In Triamphy more than joyful Warriors would*. 
Had they Cotae flout and hardy Foe fubdu'^ ; 
And idly think, lefs goes to their Comihand, 
That makes arm'd Troops ia well-plac'd Order ftand^ 
Than to the ConduA of my Words, when they 
M^ch in due Ranks, are fet in juH Array. 

Sometimes on Wings of Thought I feem on high, 
As Men in fleep, tho' Motionlefs they lie, 
Fledg'd by a Dream, believe they mount and fly 
So Witches fome inchanted Wand beftride, 
And think they thro* the airy Regions ride. 
Were Fancy is both Traveller, Way and Quidfe : 
Then ftsait I grow a ftrange exalted Thing, 
And equal in Conceit, at leaft a King : 
As the poonDrunfcard, when Wine ftums his Bt'ainsy 
Anointed with that Liquor, thinks he reigns ; 
Brwitch'd by thefe Delufions, 'tis I write, 
i(The Tricks fome pleafant Devil plays in Spite)r 
And when Tm in the freakiik Trance, which I^ 
Fond filly Wretch, miftake for Ecftacy, 
1 find all former Refolutions vain. 
And thus recant them^ and make new again. 




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What was't I ra(b]y vow'd ? (hall ever I 

Quit my beloved Miftrcfs, Poetry ? 

Thou fweet Beguiler of my lonely Hours> 

Which thas glide unperceiv'd, with filent Cowfe : 
*' Thou gentle Spell, which undifturb'd doft keep 
*' My Breaft) and charm intruding Care afleep : 
*' They fay thou'rt poor> and un-endow'd, what the' ? 
^' For Thee, I thi$ vain, worthlefs World forego : 
*' Let Wealth and Honour be Fortune's Slaves, 
♦* The Alms of Fools, and Priac of crafty Knaves : 
''' To me thou art, what'er th' Ambitious crave, 
** And all that greedy Mifers want or have ? 
•' In Youth or Age, in Travel or at Home, 
" Here, or in Town, at Londan, or at Rome ; 
** Rich, or a Beggar, Free, or in the Fleet, 
" What'er my Fate is, 'tis my Fate to write." 

Thus I have made my (liifced Mufe confefs^ 
Her fecret Feeblencfs and Weaknefles : 
All her hid Faults (he fees expos'd to view. 
And hopes a gentle ConfefTor in you : 
She hopes an eafy Pardon for her Sin, 
Since 'tis but what (he is not Wilful in. 
Nor yet has fcandalous, nor open been. » 
Try if your ghoilly Counfel can reclaim 
The hcedlefs Wanton, from her Guilt and Shame: 



At Icaft, be not ungen'rous to reproach 
That wretched Frailty, which you've helped debauch, 
'Tis now high Time to end, for fear I grow 
More tedious than old Dotards when they woo. 
Than travell'd Fops, when far-fetch'd Lies they 

Or flatt'ring Poets when they dedicate* 
No dull Forgivenefs I presume to crave. 
Nor vainly, for my tirefome Length, aik Leave : 
Left I, as often formal Coxcombs ufe> 
Prolong that very Fault, I would excufe : 
May this the fame kind Welcome find with you. 
As your's did here, and ever fhall ; Adieu. 


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V P O K A 


yi*/ exftftd hitHi hy printing a pica ef bisy grojly 

manglid and faulty* 

L/ull, and unthinking! hadfl thoa none bbtmft 
To plague, and urge, to thine own Infamy \ 
Had 1 Tome tame and fneaking Author been, 
"Whofe Mufe to Love and Softnefs did incline. 
Some fmall Adventurer in Song, that whines 
Chloris and Phyllis out, in charming Lines, 
Fit to divert mine Hoftefs, and miflead 
The Heart of fome poor taudry Waiting'-maid ; 
Perhaps I might have then forgiven thee. 
And thou hadft fcap'd from my Refentment free» 
But I, whom fpleen and manly Rage infpire. 
Brook no Affront, at each Offence take Fire ; 
Born to chaffife the Vices of the Age, 
Which Pulpits dare not, nor the very Stage : 
Sworn to lafh Knaves of all Degrees, and fpare 
None of the Kind, however great they are $ 



Satir/s my only Province and Delight, 
For whofe dear fake alone I Ve vow'd to write ; 
For this I feek Occafions, covrt Abafe, 
To fhew my Parts, and fignalize my Ma(e : 
Fond of a Quarrel, as young Bullies are 
To make their Mettle and their Skill appear : 
And didil thou think I would a Wrong acquit. 
That touch'd my tender'ft Part of Honour, Wit ? 
No, Villain, may my Sins ne'er pardon'd be 
By Heav'n itfelf, if e'er I pardon thee. 

Members^ from Breach of Privilege deter. 
By threatening Topbamt and a Mefienger : 
ScrogSf and the Brothers of the Coif, oppofe. 
By Force and Dint of Statutes, and the Laws : 
Strumpets of Billingjgate redrefs their Wrongs 
By the ible Noife and Foulnefs of their Tongues : 
And I go always arm'd for my Defence, 
To puniih and revenge an Indolence, 
I wear my Pen as others do their Sword, 
To each affronting Sot I meet, the Word 
Is Satisfa^ion : Strait to Thrufts I go. 
And pointed Satire runs him thro' and thro'. 

Perhaps thou hopMfl that thy Obfcurity 
Should be thy Safeguard, and iecure thee free. 
Know, Wretch, I mean from thence to fetch thee out, 
Likefentenc'd Felons, to be drag'd about : 



Torn* mangled, and expos'd to Scorn and ShamCr 

I mean to hang, andgibbet up thy Name. 

If thou> to live in Satire, fo much thirO^, 

Enjoy thy Wi(h, and Fame, till Envy borH, 

Renown'd as he whom J>anifh'd 0*vid cnrft : 

Or he, whom old Archihcbus fo Hung 

la Verfe, that he for Shame and Madneis hung; 

Peathlcfs in Infamy, do thofi fo live. 

And let my Rage, like his, to Halters drive. 

Thou thought'^, perhaps, my Gall was fpent and 
My Venom drained, and I a ftinglefs Drone : 
Thou thought'il I had no Curfes left in Store % 
But to thy Sorrow know, and find, I've more. 
More and more dreadful yet, able to fcare. 
Like Hell, and urge to Daggers and Defpair ;. 
Such thou (halt feel are ftill referv'd by me. 
To vex and force thee to thy Deftiny : 
Since thou haft brav'd my Vengeance thus, prepare) 
And tremble from my Pen thy Doom to hear. 

Thou, who with fpurious Nonfenfe duril profane 
The genuine Iflue of a Poet's Brain, 
May'il thou hereafter never deal in Verfe, 
But what hoarfe Bell-men in their Walks rehearfej 
Or Smithfield Au^^ience, fung on Crickets, hears 



May*ft thou print Hopkins *, or fojne duller Afs, 
J or den f, or him that wrote Dutch HuMras : 
Or next vile Scribler of the Houfe, whofe Play 
AVill fcarce for Candles and their Snuffing pay : 
May ye each other carfe » thyfelf undone. 
And be the Laughing-ftock of all the Town. 

May'ft thou ne'er nit to Hiftory, but what 
Poor Gruh'ftreet Penny-Chronicles relate. 
Memoirs of Tyburn^ and the mournful State 
Of Cut-purfcs, in Holborn Cavalcade, 
Till thou thyfelf be the fame Subject made. 
CompelPd by Want, may'ft thou print Popery, 
For which, by the Cart's- Arfe and Pillory, 
Turnips and rotten Eggs, thy Deftiny. 
Maul'd worfe than Readings Chriftian^ or Cellm X ; 
Till thou, daub'd o'er with loathfonie Filth, appear 
Like Brat of fome vile Drab, in Privy found, 
Which there has ISin three Months, in Ordure drown'd. 

The Plague of Poets— ^Rags and Poverty, 
Debts, Writs, Arrefts, and Serjeants light on thee : 
For others bound, may'fl thou to Durance go, 
Condemn'd to Scraps, and begging with a Shoe : 

* Fellow Labourer with Stembeld^ who tranilated the 

t A common Ballad- Maker of thofe Timca, 
t vPerfont concerned in Oatei% Plot, 



And Hiay'fl tlioa never from the Jail get free. 
Till thou fwcar out thyfelf by Peijury : 
Forlorn, abandon'dy pitilefs, and poor 
As a pawn'd Cnlly, or a mortgag'd Whore ; 
May'ft thou an Halter want for thy Redrefs, 
Forc'd to deal Hemp to end thy Miferies, 
And damn thyfelf, to baulk the Hangman's Fees 
And may no fancy Fool have better Fate» 
That dares pull down the Vengeance of my Hate. 


( 109 ) 




Written in OSoier, 1682 • 

72^ Poet irhr^s btmfelf in% as dtfcwrfing nmth m. 
Do^or of the Um'vtrfity upon the SuhjeB en/uiog* 

Of all the Creatures in the World that be. 
Bead, Fifliy or Fowl, that go, or fwim, or fly 
Throughout the Globe, from London to Japan^ .0 

The aFrant'ft Fool, in xxty Opinion's Man* 

TFhat ? (ih-ait I'm taken up) an AnU o, Ffyf 
A tiny Mitti nvhkb <we can hardly fee 

Without a Ferfp€ai*vet afiHy Afs^ 
Orfreakifi? Ape. Dare you affirm that theft 
Have greater Sen/e than Man f Ay, qaeflionleis. 
Dodor, I find yoo're ihock'd at thi« Difcourfe ; 
Man is (you cry) Lord of the Vniv^rfe j 



For bim vuis this /air Frame of Nature maie^ 
And all the Creatures fer ins U/e amd Aid : 
Ttf bim ahtUi of all the li*oing Kindj 
Has bounteous Heai^^n the reasoning Gift affigi^d, 
Troe* Sir, that Reafon ever was his Lot, 
Bot thence I argae Manthe greater Sot. 

Tbit idle Talk (you fay) and rambling Stuff, 
Majf fa/s in Satire^ and take fwelt enough 
Withfceptic Fools ^ *u)ho are diffos^d to jeer 
Atferious Things : but you mufi mak^t appear 
By /olid Proof. Believe me, Sir, I'll do' t: 
Take you the Defk, and let's difpute it oat. 
Then, by your Favour, tell me, firftof all. 
What 'tis which your grave Doftors Wifdom call \ 
You anfwer : *Tis an Evenne/s of Soul, 
A/leady Temper^ nvhich no Cares controul. 
No Fa/Jions ruffle^ nor De/ires inflame^ 
Still conftant to it/elf and ft ill the fame ; 
That does in all its/lonjn Re/olves advance^ 
With graver Steps than Benchers nvhen they dance. 
Mod true ; yet is not this, I dare maintain, 
Lefs us'd by any than the Fool call'd Man? 

The wi(er Emmet, quoted juft before, 
in Summer-time ranges the Fallows o'er^. 
With Pains and Labour, to lay in his Store ; 
But when the bluft'ring North, with ruffling Blafts, 
Saddens the Year, and Nature overcafis s 


The prudent In(e£l, hid in Privacy» 
Enjoys the Fruits of his paft Indnflry. 
No Ant of Senfe was e'erfo aokward (een. 
To drudge in Winter, loiter in the Spring. 

But fillier Man, in his miilaken Way, 
By Reafon, his falfe Guide, is led aftray : 
Toft by a thoufand GuHs of wav'ring Doubt, 
His rcftlefs Mind ftill rolls from Thought to Thought ; 
In each Refolve unfteady, and unfixt, 
And what he one Day loaths, defires the next. 

Shall J 9 /ofam*dfor many a fuattt J eft 
On tvivingi ntfwgo'takeajilt at laft? 
Shall I turn Hujhand^ and my Station chufiy 
Amongft the re^f/ rend Martyrs of the Noofi I 
No, there are fcols enou^ befides in Tionvnf 
ftofurnijh Work for Satire and Lampoon :. 
Few Months before, cry'd theunthinkig Sot, 
Who quickly after hampered in the Knot, ^ 
Was quoted for an Inftance by the reft. 
And bore his Fate as tamely as the b^ft. 
And .thought that Heav'n, from fome mirac'lous fide. 
For him alone, had drawn a faithful Bride. 

This is our Image juft : fuch is that vain. 
That foolifl), fickle, motly Creature Man : 
More changing than a Weather-cock, his Head 
Ne'er wakes with the fame Thoughts he went to Bed, 


Irkfome to all befide, and ill at Eaie, 
He neither others, nor hlmfelf can pleafc : 
Each Minute round his whirling Humours rair. 
Now he's a Trooper, and a Prieft anon ; 
To-day in Buff* To-^morrow in a Gown. 

Yet pleased with idle Whimfies of his Brain, 
And, piift with Pride, this haughty thing would faia 
Be thought himielf the only Suy and Prop, 
That holds the mighty Frame of Nature up : 
The Skies and Stars his Properties moft feem, 
And tum-fpit Angels tread the Spheres for him : 
Of all the Creatures he's the Lord (he cries,) 
More abfolote than the Freneb King of his. 
^ttd *wbo is ibiTi (iay yoa) tbat darts deny 
Sa own'd a Trsttb f That may be, Sir, do f • 

But to omit the Controverfy here. 
Whether, if met, the PafTenger and Bear, 
This, or the other, ilands in greater Fear. 
Or if an A £1 of Parliament fhould pafs. 
That all the Iriff Wolves ihould quit the Place, 
They'd ftrait obey the Sutute's high Command, 
And, at a Minute's Warning, rid the Land : 
This boafted Monarch of the World, that awes 
The Creatures here, and with \m Beck gires Laws : 
This tit'Iar King, who thus ppetends to be 
7*he Lord of all« h^w many Lords has he ? 



Th€ i»ft of Money, airtJ th6 Luft df^o^tr. 
With Lov«, and Hattb, and ewcftty P'affions hjorc. 
Hold him their Sfavc^ atad chain him' to the Oar. 

Scarce hn foft Sleep m Sitence cl6s'd his Eyes, 
Up / (ftrait feys Avarixre) V/V ///s»^ /o rife. 
Not yet : Otte Minute longer, t/^i / ((he cries) 
Th* Exchange and Shb|3fs^ a/e hardty open yet. 
AV«l«//ifr.- **>/ ftuf, aftfef ^1, for what? 
D'ye aJkP go, cut t^n LineS douile ihe Cape, 
yfv»wV>/rew End to BnA tb'ifpacious Deep^ 
Search, hti the IihJiesv Bantam, and JapUn : 
Fetch Si^rrfrom Barbadoes, mne's from Sprin t 
What need all this? Pvc Wealth eHough in Store. 
I thtote the^ Fates, nor cart for adding more. 
Tom cMtm hitkre too ffiuch, this Point to gain ; 
2\a Mkji fio Crifne^ ntr Petjiirj reft'diit ; 
Hunger you mtft' endure, mrdjhip, and l^ant^ 
Jmidftfull Bams keep dn'iT^naiLent^ 
And tbo'youI'Vtmre than BudcTnghairi ^'busfpent 
Or Cuddon got, liieftittgy Bethel fave f , 
And grudge yourfelf thi Chitrgu of a Giahjtt 
And thefmaliRanfoniofdfngle Groat^ 
From Sword or Haite^tif tedumyour thr6at\ 

.• Gytrr^ViWifs^ Kavotfrife to Jainet tHc Firft; 
t Aldei nittii Cuddon^ 5 Sheriff Btlhit. 



And pny why all thb (paring ? DoH*iyou knonv f 
Qnij t*ettricb afpendthrift HiU orfo ; 
WboJbaUf 'wbeuyou are timefy dead and gone^ 
With bit gilt Coach and Six amn/e the 9Vu'ir« ^ 
Keep his gay Braee of Punks f and *oainlygi*ue 
More for a Nighty than you to fate /or Sheriff. 
But you lo/e timet the Wind and VeJ/elvjaitSt 
^ick let's aboard! Hr^for the Downs 4i&/StreigliU. 

Or if all-powerful Money fail of Charms, 
Tq tempt*the Wretch, and palh him on to Harmsi 
With a ftrong Hand does fierce Ambition feize, 
And drag him forth from foft Repofe and Eafe : 
Amidfl ten thonfand Dangers fpur him on. 
With Lofs of Blood and Limbs, to hunt Renown* 
Who, for Reward of many a Wound, and Maim^ 
is paid with nought, but wooden Legs, and Fame r 
And the poor Comfort of a grinning Fate, 
To ftand recorded in the next Gazette. 

But bold (cries out) your pabry gihing Wit, 
Or learn, henceforth, to aim it more aright : 
If ibis he any ; V/i a glorious Faulty 
Whifbt thro* all Ages, has been ewr thought 
The Hero's Virtue, and chief Excellence : 
Pray, nvhat 'waf Alexander in your Senjef 
ji Fool belike. Yes, faith, Sir« much the fame; 
A crack-brainM Haff, that fet the Worid on Flamej 


A Lunatick broke loofe, who, in his Fit, 

Fell foul on all, invaded all he met: 

Who. Lord of the whole Globe, yet, notconteDt» ' 

Lack'd Elbow-room, and feem'd too clofely pent. 

What Madnefs was't, that, born to a fair Throne^ 

Where he might rule widi Juftiee and Renown» 

Like a wild Robber, he ihould chufe to roam, 

A pitied Wretch, with neither Houfe nor Home, 

And hurling War and Slaughter up and down. 

Thro* the wide World, make his vail Folly known ? 

Happy, for ten good Reafons, had it been. 

If Macedott had had a Bedlam then : 

That there, with Keepers^ under clofe Reftraint, 

He migiit have been from frantitk Mifchief pent. 

But that we mayn't in long Digreflions now 
Difcoarfe all ReinoUs *, on xYit Paffi«ns thro% 
And ranging them in Method ftifF and grave, . 
Rhime on by Chapter, and by Paragraph ; 
Let's quit the prefent Topick of Difpute, 
For Mare and Cudivorth to enlarge about ; 
And take a View of Man, in his bed Light, 
Wherein he feems to moft Advantage fet. 

*Tis be-alene (you'll fay) *tis happy hcy (^( S^vy fi?; 

nat^s framed ly Nature for foclety : v^.^^iP 

* Dr. Reiri^lds vfTOttzTreati/e upon the Pafftons, 4to. 

I 2 

11$ T^t, BiQ^TH €|:Jl'FIR^ <)P 

He §mfy. dwiBi in TlfwnSf hcnfy fte^ 
With Mamwtrs and. Ci'mUtj to fi^ni, ; 
p9€i Cliffy Af^g^ratHf afid- Rulers cfyje. 

Or Fcar.^f Ji^gps, ox of J<ifiices jt 
Whoc^rer {s^.tbfiflfai'veif^ diff h^,ca^ %, 
Xike^nore Iphum^ ofi fo bent oi^ fiftf^ 

WhocTcr nf)8{ (;%f^ «n4,i?i^^/f-^&i^. 

Like (avage Mankind, onea^t^^ te^. ? 

What Tygcr e'cc J^iariag tji^bfi. giii|^ 

In PjQts ax^ Fa^an^.d^d:epbfp^.Uiic.^t^?^ 

Or wheA w^?t hea^d:up<?o..t}ifiZ/A»fwf laLnf,. 

Where the ftprn Monarch of the Defait r^ ^g^f^ 

'^hat ffjb^ vkd/tory-^Lmf^ ilxWA^d^Jfrs, 

Madly en^^'d.fqr, Choice of Sherifii^ta^ A^f^'jt .?. 

The. £erceft crc/ituFes we ifi N^tiyrf:. hf^d^^ 

Rcfpea theiigiwcftiili^.tfef jCffli^i^^^ 
To othert^rongh, torthe^stj^y.geo^cl^.b^ 
AndUvefromHoiie* from Ee^^aj^-A^fyi^ef^ 

Mo £«^/f docji!,,upiW^^^P(C^ffyfii^^ 
And $rive ibme meaner J?4^4^ Jt^,u^dq : 
Mo /"tfx was e'er fabornVi by Spite or liire» 


feOl£EAU. IMfTATEDi 117 

Nor an;^ W^i^ tor Iihpotchce at Rut* 

Did e'er the Sitdgy into tJib :/frches * put ; 

Where grdVe Hean, the tveighty Cafe might fta'tei 

W-hat makes in Law a carnal-jc/b iJomplete : 

They fear nb 'dreaclfbl ^0 fhtfrdnu Writ, 

To ihake their ancient Privilege and Right i 

No Courts of SeiSons, or M&tA are there. 

No Coihrntin^-fleaSj Kittys-Bench^ or Chan(*ry'Bar : 

But happier thej, by Nature's Charter free, 

SRecure arid Mt^ in mutqal Peace a^ree. 

And know no other Law but Equity. 

*Tis Man,, 'tis Man alone, that worft of Brutes, 
Who firil brought up the Trade of cutting ThrbatSy 
Did Honour iirft, that barbaroo^ Term devife, 
Ufikxiowir to all the gentler Savages ; ^ « 

Aff 'twere not thought enough to'vc fettVd froniHelL 
Powder and Guns, with all the Arts to kill. 
Farther to pHgtre the World, he muft ingrofs 
Huge Codes, and btrlky Pandefb bf the Laws* 
With Doftors G16f!es, to perplex the Caufe, 
Where darkeri'd Equity is kept irofti Ligtt, 
Under vaft Rcaihs of Nohfenft buried quitfe. 
Gently 9 gooJ Sir / (cry y^oo) ftvfy iill this Rantf 
lllkin has his freuks and f'aJJioiiSf that «w'e grant % 

^ One of 1^ QaUrts iA tSUam-toimnons^ 



He has bh Frailties anJ BUnd-fides^ 'who doubu t 

But bisleaft Virtues balaiue all bis Faults. 

Prajy *was it not this bold^ this tbinking Man^ - • 

That mtafur*d Heav*n^ -and taught the Stars to Jcauy 

Whofe houndUfs Wit^ 'withfoariug Wings durft fiy^ 

Beyond the Jtaming Borders of the Skf ; 

Turned Nature flVr, and with a piercing Fie*w^ 

Each Cranny fearcb^dt and looked her thro* and thro\^ 

fFhich of the Brutes ha*ve Vni'verfitiest 

When njoas it heardt that they e^er tM>k Degrees f 

Or ivere ProfeJJbrs of the Faculties f . , 

By Lanju or Phyfick *were they e*ver kno*wn 

To meot Velvety or a fcarlet Gown ?\ 

No, qaedionlefs ; nor did we ever read. 

Of Quacks, with them that were Licentiates, made 

By Patent to profefs the pois'ning Trade : 

No Doctors in the Defk there hold Difpute 

About Black-padding, while the wondriag Rout 

Lidtrn to hear the knotty Truth made out : 

Nor Virtuofoes teach deep Myfleries 

Of Arts for pumping Air, and fmothering Flies» 

But not to urge the Matter farther now. 
Nor fearch it to the Depth, what 'tis to know. 
And whether we know any thing or no : 
Anfwer me only this, what Man is there 
lo this vile, thanklefs Age, wherein we are,, i 
Who docs by Senfe and Learning Value bear ? 



Would* fi thou get HoMntTy and a fair Eflatep 

jind ba<vi the Looks and Ftfuomrs of the Great f 

Cries an old Father to his blooming Son, 

I'ake the right Courfi^ be ruPdhj me, 'tis done^ 

League mouldy Authors to the reading Fools, 

^he poring Cronjffds in Colleges and Schools : 

How much if three/core Nobks ? Twenty Pound* 

Well faid, my Son, the Anfiver^s mofi profound \ 

Go, thou knonf^Jl ali that's requijste to knoiv ; 

What Weatth on thee, «wbat Honours haf io firJ^^ 

In tbefc high Sciences i hy/e If employ ^ 

Infteadof?\^tO, take thy Hodder*, Boy. 

Learn there the Art to audit an Account, ^ 

To ivhat the King's Revenue does amount : 

Ho*w much the Cuiloms and Excife bring in. 

And <u*hat the Managers each Tear purloin,^ 

Get a Cafe-hardened CoHfcience, Irifli Proof 

Which, nought of Pity, Senfe or Shame can move : 

Ttfrtf^ Algerinc, Barbarian, Turk or Jew, 

XJnjuft, inhuman, treacherous, hafe, untrue. 

Ne'er Jhick at Wrong ; hang Widohvs Sighs and TeafSf 

The Cant of Priefts to frighten Ufurers ; 

Boggle at nothing to increafe thy Store, 

Not Orphans Spoils, nor Plunder of the Poor •• 

• Thi Author ©f a Book of Aritbmetick. 

I4 ^ 


JhJ Jcominf faJfry RuUf of H99^j% 
£jjurer fJlttbuds raifi thy Fortum high. 

When SBoais tfPoets^ Ftdtmti^ Oratorio 
Do^&rs% Dvoineif AJirol^iger^ andLatAjyeri % 
Authors of e*very Sorff and every Size, 
To thee their Works and Laiomrefiall addrefi^ 
With pompous Lino ^heir Dedications fU^ 
Jftd learnedly 9 in Greek and Latin, teU 
Lie* to thy Face^ that thou hajt deep Infiiht, 
And art a mighty Judge of *wha$ th^ njsrite*- 
///, that ts Richi is every thing% that is^ 
Without one G^ain of Wijdom^ he is ^wife. 
And knonAiifig nought i kno*ws all the Sciences i 
He's nvitty^ gallant^ virtuous, generous, fiout, 
Well' born 9 well- bred, voelUjhafd, nuelUdrefi, voh4i not f 
Lov^d by the Great, and courted by the Fair, 
for none that e^er had Riches found Defpair\ 
Gold to the hathfom^ft OhjeSl gi*ves a Grace, 
And fell it off^ and makes ev\ Bovey *'pleafe : 
Sut tattered Poverty they all defpije, 
Lov$ fiandi aloof, and from the Scare*crovf fiies*^ 

Thas a ilanch Mifer to his kopcfal 3rat» 
Chalks out the Way, that leads to an Ellate : 
Whofe Kn9wledge oft^ with utmoft Stretch of Bi^i^ 
No higher than this Secret can attain* 

• An dd battcrM Cour^ Fop of thofe Times* 


Fhre and Four's Nioe« ukc Twa» and Sevea 
Go» Doctor, after this^ and rack youi:. Bnu«$» 
Unravel Scripturg with indoibions Pains : 
On mufty Fatbirs wafte your ff uitlefs Hoursj 
Correft the Criticks and £xpo£tors : 
Out-vie great Stilling feet in ibme vaft ?<n9v» 
And \h&re confobnd both BMarmiHe and jRms^ / 
Or glean the Robbies of their learned Stare, 
To find what Father Simon has pait o'er : 
Then at the lafi fon^e bulky Piece compile. 
There lay out all your Time, and Pains, and Skill | 
And when 'tis done and iiniihed for the Preis, 
To feme great Name the mighty Work addre6 : 
Who, for a full Reward of all your Toil, 
Shall pay you with a gracious Nod or Smile i 
juH Recompence of Life too v^oly fpent ; 
An empty Thank you Sir, and Compliment. 
But if to higher.honoors yon pretend. 
Take the Advice and Couniel of a Friend ; 
Here quit theDefli, and throw your Scarlet by» 
And to fom^ gaWul Coorfe your&lf apply* ^ 
Go pradlife with fome Banker how to cheat. 
There's Choice in Town, enquire in Lomhard-'ftrui* 
Let Sc9t and Ockam wrangle as they pleaie^ 
And thus, in ihort, with me conclude the CafC; 
A Do6lor is no better than an Aii* 



jf Dedor, ^ir? y^urfttf: frttf ha^te a car€% 
7%/i // tofufifjour Raillery t0o far. 
But tut t$ Ufe tbi time in trifling tbus^ 
BeJuU the Point t come now more home^ andclo/ez 
That Man bos Reafon^ is beyond Debate^ 
Nor 'uuHyonrfilf Itbink deny me that : 
AndnnaM not tbis fair Pilot given to fieery 
lUs tottering Bark tbrougb Lift^s rottgb Ocean bere? 
All this I grant : but if in Spite of it» 
The Wretch, on every Rock he fees, wHl Q>llty ' 
To what great Purpofe'does his Reafon ferve. 
Bat to mifguide his Courfe, and make him fwerve T 
What boots it, Howard *, when it lays^ Gi'ue o'er 
Thy feribbling Itcbt andphy tbe Tool no morCf 
If her vain Connfels-, purpos'd to reclaim. 
Only avail to harden him in Shame ? 
LampoonM, and hifsM, and damn'^d the thLOttfandt}i> 

' Still he writes on, is obftiniite in Rhime-r 
His Verfe; which he does every where recite. 
Puts all his Neighbours and his Friends to flight ; 
Scar'd by the rhiming Fiend, they ha^e away. 
Nor will his very Groom be hired to flay. 

* The Honourable Ed-ward Howm^, Author of fercral 
indifferent Plays. 



The Afi, whom Ndture, Reafon has deafdf 
Cootent with Inftind for his Carmr Gnidtt 
Still follows that, and wifdier does proceed : 
He ne'er afpires with his harfli braying Note« 
The Songfters of the wood to challenge out : 
Nor like. this awkward Smatterer in Arts» 
Sets up himfelf for a vain Afs of Parts ; 
Of Reaibn void, he fees and gains his End, 
While Man who does to that falie Light pretend^ 
Wildly gropes on« and in broad Day is blind. 
By Whimfy led, he does all things by Chance, 
And ads in each, againft all common Senfe. 
Pleas'd, and difpleas'd, with every Thing at once. 
He knows not what hefeeks, nor what he (huas: 
Unable to diftingniih good or bad. 
For nothing he is gay, for nothing iad : 
At random loves and loaths, avoids, purfoes^ 
Enads, repeals, makes, alters, does, undoes. 
Did wcy like him, e'er fee the Dcg or Bear 
Chimeras i>f their own devifing Fear ? 
Frame needlefs Doubts, and for thofe Doubts forego 
The Joys which prompting Nature calls them to? 
And with their Pleafores awkwardly at ftrife. 
With fearing Phantoms, pall the fweets of Life ? 
Tdl me grave Sir, did ever Man iee Beaft 
So much below himfelf and Senfe debas'd. 

i«4 TUB EIGKTff SifrTIltE OJT 

To woriUp Mas with icq^rftkioHl Pear, 
And fo&dly lo kts I<iol» Temples rear ? 
Was he e'er feeii widi Prayers aiid Sacrifice^ 
Approach to him as Rulbr 6f >die Skies* 
To beg 4er Rain or Sun-fliiiiecm hjs Knees ? 
N09 never : But a thoaftnd Times iias ficall. 
Seen Man beaetik the lAeaneft Brute debai'dt. 
Fall low 10 Woo4 and Metal heretdfote». 
And madly his own Workstanfli^-ador^ :. 
Ja B^ftt of\ htfs icea ^ Sot bow dowii». 
And reverence ibitie ddfy'd Babbon : 
Has often fien him on 'the Banks of iW&« 
Say Pray'rs to the Almighty CntcMlik :. 
And now ea^h Day^ in ev'iy Street abroad). 
Sees prodrate Fools adore a Breaden-Gdd« 
But lAfhy (fay you) thefi fpitefui it^itnc$s^ 
Of Egypt 4iifJ its gro/s IdoluirUs f 
CyRomey and her s^ as muehridicuUms ^ 
What are th^t kisttl Buffomiries H m f 
Honv gather y ok frtm futh nJtfild Freefsas thefp^ 
That Man% a DoB6r% is bemath an J/s ? 
An AJs I $hat heanty ftnpid hmpifi Beafi^ 
The Sport and Mocking-ft^ck of aU the reft f 
Whom $h^ oil JpUTMt and lahom they all dejpife^ 
Whofe nfery Nam oB SaHt4 ^s cosnprift f 

Bait SAG, IMITATED. 125 


. An A& ^ix^l ¥\et.: Pray wliat flkould make m 

^Ndw he ttiijttiUy u onir Joer afid'^GlH 

^Bvt if one Day he fivouM. Occaikm Rui^ 

Upon our EoUbfrto exprafi hi^ Mi^<t^ 

If Heav'n ? as.once^f Otdi to oheurk'' piond^ Mkn^ 

.£y Miracle fhoqUt gurebitu €))eeoh again ; 
What wottM kfrfiifk dfye ihinky coiiM he ^pecfe due^ 
Nay Ss« betwixt a«^ Owxs what would- he not h 
What would 'he %» «iftro>he> coad^ma'd to*dbnd^ 

:For onedo^ lioqrt in^B-ket^eei'W^t^i^ Strands 
To caft hia eyes opoa^the.motly Thron|> 
nrhe twoJeg^d:Hefdah|ic duily pafs«ali»iig \ 
Ijo fee their old»Qt%«ires, Pun and Gowns^ 
fl^eir Ca^Tooksy Cioakf, Lawi>-flkev(iSiaA4Ptotali)M»* 
What would.he fay to. iee a Velvet C^ack*. 
Walk with the Price of Forty kilPd on's Back : 
Or mounted on a Stage, and gaping loud, 

<^ommend his Drugs and Ratibane to the Crowd? 
What would he thiiik apon a Lord Mayor''s Day» 
Should he the Pomp^and Pageantry furvey ; 
Or view the Judges and their folemn Train, 
March with grave Decency to kill a Man ? 

* Balaam's h£u 



What would he think of us fhould he appear 
In Term among the Crowds at Weftmnfter^ 
And there the helliih Din and Jargon hear, 
'^Nhatjefferies and his Pack» with deep moathM Notes> 
Drown BiUimi/gate and all its Oyfter-Boats ? 
There (k€ the Judges, Serjeants, Barrifters, 
Attorneys, Coaniellcnrs, Sollicitors> 
Criers and Clerks, and all the (avage Crew» 
Whichwretched Man at hb own Charge undo ? 
If after ProfpeAof all this the A& 
Should find the Voice he had in E/op^s Days ; 
Then, Doftor, thep, cafting his £yes around 
On Human Fools, which er'ry where abound. 
Content with Thifiles from all' £nvy free. 
And (baking his grave Head, no doubt, heMcry 
Ciod/aitif Man is a Biofit as much as wi* 

t "-J )• 






^Ae Poet com/brti a Friend, tiua is e*virmuch cenceni'J 

far4be Lofs of a confiderahh Sum pf Money , of*wbicb 

be has lately been cheated iy a Per/on io tvhom be in^ 

. trufted the/ami* This he ikes by Jhevoing, that no^ 

thing comes to pa/s in the World muithont Divine Fro» 

evidence f and that nvicked Men^ (bowe<uer theyfiem ta 

efcape its Punijhment here) yet/uffer abundantly in the 

. torments of an evil Confeience. And^ by the Wtey^ 

takes Qccafan to lajb the DegenertKy andVilUuny oftht 

frefent Times. 


1 here n not one bafe A^ whkli Men commhy *} 
But carried this ill Sting along with it, > 

Tha^ ta die Aotlior t| citrntei Regret : J 

And this is feme Revenge at leaft, that he 
Can ne'er acquit himfelf -of Villainy, 
Tho* a brib'd Judge and Jury fet him free. 
AlfiPeoptei Sir, 4|bhor, (3s *tis*&ut jufi^ 
Your fkithlefs Friend, who lately broke hb Tnift, 
And carfe the tre|ich'rou8/J>eed : But Thaidts to Fzlc^ 
That has not blefs'd you with fo fmall Eflate, 
But that with Patience yoa may bear the Crofs* 
And need not fink mdar fo mean a Iiofs ; 
Befides, your Cafe for lefs Concern does tail, 
Becaiiik 'tis iwliai does Ufii^ly'befalf^ 
Tea. thoufand fadH might be alkdgfd witk Eit&r 
Q4^t.of ^ common- Crawd o£ Iniftaacos; 

. Then coaA for Sham^ idimodlEiratci R«gfet; 
AAd^dpQ-t.yoiw Masho»d; and your Senf&fiu^: 
'Tiswomaimih and fill^ tO'lity iaith 
^G& CoHia Giiefy. than a Misfortisne's. wotth« 
YoKfcarceoamhiar a [wny triffin^ lil» 
ItvgQes fo.d69]u. pf«y<Heaiv'n». it dbe* not kill ! 
And all this Trouble, and this vain ade^ 
Becaufe a Friend (forfooth) has proved untrue. 

"of JtJVENAt, nillTATKD. 129 

Shame t>f your Beard 1 can this fo macb ajnatef 
Were ydu not born in good fcing Jemmf^ ^^y^ ^ 
And are not you at lengths yet wifer growii» 
When threefcore Winters on your Head have ihown jf 

Almigfhty WifiLom gives in Holy Writ, 
Wholfome Advice to all that Follow it: 
i^nd thofe that will not its great Coun£bls hear* 
May learn> from meer Experience, how to bear 
(Without vain Strogfing) Fortune's Yoke, and how 
Thtfy Ought, lier rudelt Shocks to undergo. 
Thel-e's not a Day fo folcmn thro* the Year, 
Not one red Letter, in the Calendar^ 
But we, of fome new Crime difcover'd, Jiear. 
^Tieft, Murder, Treafon, Perjury, what not? . . 
Money by tcheating, padding, pois'ning got. . . 

Nor is it ftrange ; fo few, are now, the Good, . 
That fewer fcarcie were left at ^oah\% Flood ; 
Should *Soddfik*% Angel here in Fire defcend. 
Our Nation wants ten Men to fave the Landii 
Fate has teferv'd us for tlie ytry Lees 
Of Time, where 111 admits of no Degrees : 
An Age (b bad, old Poets ne'er could franle> 
Nor- find a Mettil^ out to give t a Name. 


• Alluding to Ovi3hs fetir Ag^ of the World, *vifc, the 
eolden Age^ the Silver Agt^ the Brafs Age% and the Irm Age, 

Vol. U- K 


TUs your Experience knows, and yet for alU 
On Faith of God» and Maut aloud ybo calU 
iLouder, than on Queen Befs^t Day^ the Rout 
For JntUbrifit burnt in Effigy, ihout.'. 
But tell me. Sir, tell me, grcfy-h^aded Boy^ 
Do you not know, what JLech'ry Men enjoy 
In ftolen Goods? ForXxodils fak^ don't yoa:fee 
How they all laugh at your Simplicity, 
When gravely you Jorewam of Perjury ? 
Preach up a God« and Hell, vain empty Name^, 
Exploded now for idle thread-bare Shams, 
t)evis'd by Priefts, and by none eUe beliey'd* 
B'er fince great, Hcihs^ the World has undeceiv'd-? 

This might have pafs'd with the plain iimpleRaoe 
Of our Forefather's, in JECing Jrtiur^s Days : 
E'er mingKng with corruj>ted foreign Seed, 
We ledm'd their Vice, ^nd fpoiPd Qur native Breeds 
E'er yet hUts^dJ/iioitf high in ancient Fame, 
With her^firft Innocence* refign'd her Name. 
Fair Deeding then, and downright Honefty, • 
And plighted Faith were good Security : 
^o vaft Ingroflment^ for Eftates were madej 
JKor Deeds, large as the Lands which they convqrM^ 

>4 .S«c his I^vitffi&wr. 


To bind a Tfuft, there lacked no formal Ties 

Of Paper, Wax, and Seals, and WitnefTes^ 

Nor ready Coin, but ilerling Promifes : 

Each took the other's Word» and that would go 

For current then, and more than Oaths do now : 

None had Recourfe to Chancery for Defence, 

Where you forego your Right with lefs Expence : 

Nor Traps were yet fet up for Perjurers, 

That catch Men by the Heads, and whip off Ears. 

Then Knave and Villain, Things unheard of were. 

Scarce in a Century did one appear, ' 

And he, more gaz'd at, than a Blazing-ftar. 

If a young Stripling put not off his Hat, 

In high Refpedi, to every Beard he met, 

Tho' a Lord's Son and Heir, 'twas held a Crime, 

That fcarce deferv'd its Clergy *, in that Time : 

So venerable then was four Years odds. 

And grey old Head^ were reverenced as Gods. 

Now if a Friend, once in an Age, prove juft. 
If he miniculouily keep his Truft, 
And withont Force of Law deliver all 
That's due,' both Intereft and Principal ; 
Prodigious Wonder 1 fit for Stuw to tell. 
And Hand recorded iQ his Chronicle ; 

* I 

♦ Id ei#, The ^tnefit •/ the Clergy in criminal Cafe?. 

K z 


A Thing j<ft memorable wottM itqoite 

As great a M oaament as Ztmkft Fice, 

A Man of Faith and Uprighinefs is grown 

So ftrange a Creature* both in Court and Town* 

That he with Elephants may well be fliown. 

A Moniler more uncommon than a Whak 

At Bridge, the laft great Comet or the Hail ; 

Than Thames*s double Tide» or ihould heraa 

With Stccamsof Milk or filood» to GraviJtMd down. 

You're troubled* that yonVe kft fiwe hundised Pound 

By treacherous Fraud : Another «Eiay beibnndt 

|Ias loft a thoufand : And luipther yet, 

J)ouble to that $ perhaps his whole Eibite. 

Little do Folks the hecM^'jily Powers mind, 
Jf they but fcape the Knowledge of Mankinds 
Obferve with Jiow demure and grave a Look« 
The Rafcal lays his Hand -upOn the Book : 
Then, with a.prayii^g Face and Ufted £3^ 
Claps on his Lips, and fells the Fetjury : 
If you perfiil his Innocence to doubt* 
And boggle in Belief; he'll ilnait Tap out 
•Oaths by the Volley* each of wliith would tnalee 
Pale Atheiftsftart, and Jtrembling Bullivs qvnke^ ' 
And more than wouM a whole £hip^ Crtew maintain 
To the Eaft'lndies hence, and back again. 
,As Q^dJb4Ul potdon me^ Sir, i 0m free- . " 

Of 'wh^t^u charge me 'with : Let me neUrfee 

MRs Face in fHfOvfit Jfe : Tiiay ihtfi Hands nty 

Thefe EyesJrof $Mt, if l^er bad a Groat 

Of your* Sr or if they ever touched erfaw^f. 

Thus he'll ,ran on, two Hour» in kngthy till hd 

Spin out a- Carfe» long as the Ltcany? : 

Till Heav'n ha$ fiiarc* t Judgment left io^Storo^ 

For him* to. wi(h» defefve or fuffer more. 

There arcy w^ diftvour all Providence, 
And think the World h only ftee^d by Chance I 
Make God, at beft, anadk Looker-on, 
A Jazy Monarch, loUing in his Throne i- 
Who, his AfFairsr does neither mind' nor knoWr 
Bat leaves tht m all*at Random here below : 
And fuch, at tv^ry Foot; themfelves will damn,. 
And Oaths, no more dian common^ Breath, eHeein^ 
No Shame, nor Lofs o£ Ears, can frighten thefe^. 
Were ev*jy Street a Grove of Pillorks. 

/Others there be, that own a God, and feay 
H}s Vengeanoe to enfuc, and yet fopfwear: 
T^us tohimfelfr fays one, Let Hea*v*n decree 
What Doomft^er its Fieafitre nuill of me : 
Strike me ijuith Blindnefs^ B'alfiesy Lefrofies'r 
Plaguet Poxx CanfitMfftioM^ all the Maladier 
Of both itt Spittks • ; fa I get my PrifS0 

^ HoQtttaif lor tl^ Poor.^ 



Aud held it fun ; PUfuffer thtfe^ and more ; 

jdU Plagues arc ligbtf to that of hting foot* 

nerdt not a btgging CrippU in the Streets f » 

(Vnkfi be^ nuitb his Limbs^ has loft his WitSf 

And is grown Jit for Bedlam) but no Doubt 9 

^0 have his IFeahhf fwouldhave the rich Man*s Gout* 

Grant Heaven's Vengeance heavy be ; vihi^ thd ? 

fhe heofvieft Things suove flovoeft ftiU *we know : 

Andf if itpunijh all that guilty bet 

*Twill be an Age before it come to me : 

God too is mercifuU fss voell asjuft ; '\ 

Thereforet PU rather his Forgivtnefs truftt > 

Than live dtjpis' d and poor ^ as thus I muft : 3 

Pll try find hope^ h^s more a GeutlemaUf 

Than for fuch trivial Things as theje^ to damn* 

Sejidesf for the fame FaS^ vtydve often knovjn 

One • mount the Cartt another mount the Throne : 

Audfouleft Deeds^ attended with Succefsf 

No longer are reputed fTiciednefs, 

Difguifed voith Virtue's Livery and Drefs* 

With thefe weak Argaments they fortify » 
And harden up themfelves in Villainy : 
The Rafcal now dares call yon to account. 
And in what Court you pleafe> join lifiie on't : 

• Perkin^ JVarheclt, executed for his Pretenccf tp the^ 
Crown in the Reign of JC. Hen^ VII, 


Next Term he'll bring &e Adtion to be trfi^ ^ 
And twenty Witnefies to fwear on's Side r 
And if that Juftice to his Caufe be found, 
£xpe£b a Verdidi of five hundred Pound. 
Thus he, who boldly dares the Guilt out-face. 
For Innocent fhall with the Rabble pafs : 
While yon, with Impudence, and Sham run down. 
Are only thought the Knave by all the Town. 

Mean Time, poor you at Heav'n exclaim, and rail 
Louder thaa Jeffri§t at the Bar doe» bawl ;: 
// there a Ponj^r above ? and does he hear T 
And can be tamtly Thunder hoUs forbear f 
%0"what *vain End do toe nvith Praj^'rt adore T" 
And on our bended Knees his Aid implore ? 
Where is his Rule^ if^no RefpeB be had^ 
Of Innocence^ or Guilty of Good or Bad? 
And 'whot henceforth^ iviil atrp Credit Jhottf 
ft fwhat his lying Friefts teach here beloiu? 
If this he .Providence • ; for aught I fee^ 
Bhfs'd, Saints Vaninus ! I- Jhall follow thee :■ 
Little^s the Odds ^twixt fuch a God and thaty 
Which Atheifi Lewis loore upon his HaU 

• • ■ 

* Faninus^ a famoos Atheift, wrote a Treattie agamf^ 
Providence, intitled,. Sterna Pro<videntue Amfbitbeatrum $ 
for which he warburnt in France^ Anno 1619. 


>3& "nariittrtZTrstttATtm 

Thus jMi bkffAeaM *«d laro ; But pim^r* fir ^ to^ 
What Comfpru my. weak Rcafoft'cam apply^ 
Who never yet fvad flutmtchr liarily &Wr 
And am bot.lbfiBiy ^eni^d in Aavaor. 
In Caii;^ teig^out^ and h»d of Com!, 
We have Reqaofic ve^Scatknmgkw Lsmms 
But if thaf 4q»'i fo dcf p c ia te ^tf/fttmp . 
We truft t# neaner Dofisor 'a SUll and Cace. 

If there were nevrr ia che. WotM bafbve 
So foal a Deed, Vm dasib^ net ant. Word moat : 
C God's Nasie tkea, ht b«th your Skdces ftowr . ^ 
iVnd all th' Extravagaflca of Sanow HHii&m ; 
And tear fp«c Haiff and thunp yoai' aaodnifiil Biesft^ 
At if yoar deaitfl Firft«born were deceased. 
'Tis granted, that a greater Grief attemb 
Departed G uiAea«» . thasL departed Fiiendt': 
None ever CMiaterfeiCtf vpcft thia Seoit, 
Nor need he do it ; the Tkoaght of being poor . 
Will ferve alone, to make the E)wb rua o'er. 
Loil Gold'ift grievM with trte o&ife^od Tears, . 
More trueihaa Sarrow df expe^ing Heirt» 
At their dead facer's FaaetaU* tho* hett 
The Back and Haiids no pompous Moarning wear. 

fine if the like CMnplaints be daily fduad 
At Wejbttlnfter^ and in all Courts abound \ 

If Bends and Obligatbm can^t prevail 
fittt Meli deiiy ditir ¥er)^ Hand and Seal^ 
Sign'd widi tiK Am»^ of the whole Pedigree 
0£ i}tek d«ad Ancefter^ to- TOncir the Lie ; 
If r^M^U WMt and SmtkfaU never fail 
Of plying Rognrt, tliat iet then- Sotdii to fide 
To the Ml Palfenger, that bids a Price, 
And make their Lndibood of Perjuries ; 
For God's Sake^ why are yoeft d cl ic a te , - 
ilsnd think it hard* to ihare the eonimo» Pate F 
And why moftyoe alone be Fav'rite thonght 
Of Heav'n, and we Uxr Reprobates caft out Y 

The WfOng yon bear is hardly worth Regard;. 
MuchWs yonr jjaft Refentment, if compared 
With greater Oatrages to others done. 
Which daily happen, and afarm the Town: 
Compare the VEIains who cat Throats for Bread, 
Or-Honfes fire, of Icte agaurfol Trade,, 
By which o«y City was in Aflies laid': 
Compare the iacritegions Burglary, 
From which no Place can San Aaary be. 
That rifles Chorche? of Communion-phtr, 
Which good King E^hxrariTi Days did d^cate r 
Think, who doril fltal St. Aiian^s Pont* of Bra&, 
That cbrificn'd half the Royal Scotifi Race: 


Who ftole the Chalices at Cbidkpr^' 

In which themfelves received the Day before I 

Or that bold daring Hand» of freih Reaown» 

Who fcorning commoa Booty ». ftole a Crown * t 

Compare too» if you pleafe, the horrid Plot* 

With all the Perjuries, to make it out* 

Or make it nothings for thefe laft three Years^; 

Add to it Thytme*^ f and Go^lfreft Murderers : 

And if thefe feem bat flight and trivial Things« 

Add thofe that have^and would have murdeiv'd Kings*' 

And yet how little's this of Villainy, 
To what our Judges oft in one Day try ? 
This, to coaviACe you, do but travel dowur 
When the next Circuit comes, with Pemhertcn,, 
Or any of the Twelve,, and there but mind. 
How many Rogues there are of human Kind, 
And let me hear you, when you're back again,. 
Say you are wrong'd,. and if yoa dare, complaiuk. 

None wonder, who in ,^x- Hundreds liv^ 
Or SJbeppy liland, to have Agues rife : 
Nor would you think it much in Africa., 
If you great Lips and fliort fiat Nofes faw :. 
Becaufe 'tis fo by Nature of each Place ; 
And therefore, there for no ftrange Things they pafrr 

• hhud. f Murdered by ^ortjky^ 


In Lands where Pigmies are, to fee a Crane 
(As Kites do Chickens here) fweep up a Man, 
In Armour clad, with us would make a Show, 
And ferve to entertain at BarthoVnu-w : 
Yet there it goes for no great Prodigy, 
Where the whole Nation is but one Foot high ? 
Then why, fond Man, ihoald you fo much admire. 
Since Knave is of our Growth, and common here ? 

But muft fuch Perjury efcape (fay you) 
Andjhall it e<ver thus unfuntjh^dgo f 
Grant he were dragged to Jail this very Hour, 
To flarve and rot ; fuppofe it in your Pow'r 
To rack and torture him all Kind of Ways, 
To hang, or burn, or kill him as you pleafe ; 
(And what would your Revenge itfelf have more ?) 
Yet this, all this, would not your Caih reflore : 
And where would be the Comfort, where the Good, 
Jf yo^ could waih your Hands in's reeking Blood ? 
Put Ohf Re*venge more/tveet than Life / *Tis true. 
So the Unthinking fay, and the mad Crew 
Of hed'ring Blades, who for flight Caufe, or none. 
At every Turn, are into Pailion blown : 
Whom the Icaft Trifles, with Revenge infpire. 
And at each Spark, like Gunpowder, take Fire ; 
Thefe, unprovok'd, kill the next Man they m^et* 
For being fo faucy as to walk the Street s 


And at the, Sumaiont of each liiiy Dmb^ 
Cry, Damm! SsuisfaOhml draw, aad fbb* 

Not To of Old, the nuM g09d Sotrain^ 
(Who ihewM how hif h,. without the help ><tf Gflic^ 
Well*cttlrivated Nature ni^t be- wrought) 
He a more noble Way of Suffering tanght. 
And tho' the Guiltlefa drank the poia'qons DoTc,. 
Ne'er wiih'd a Drop to his accvfing Poet. 
Not To our great, good Mmrtyr^'d Ku^ of lale 
(Could we his bleft Example imitate) 
Who, tho' the great'ft of mortal Siifferenp» 
Yet, kind to hit rebellious Marderersr 
Forgave, and Uefs'd them^th hit dying Pray'rt. 

Thus we, by (band Divinity and Senle, 
May purge ouf Minds, and weed all Errors thence ^ 
Thefe lead ns into Right,, nor QxM we need 
Other than them,, thr»' Life to be our Giiide«> 
Revenge i^ but a Frailty, incident 
To craz'd and fiekly Minds, Ae poor Content 
Of little Souls, unable to fiirmount 
^n Injury, too weak to bear Affront: 
And this you may infer,, becanie we findr 
'Tis moft in poor unthinking Womankindr 
Who wreak their feeble Spite on all they can>. 

And are more kin ta Brute,, than braver Mas.^ 


• Bat why fhonld yon imagitic. Sir, that thofc 
Efcape unpunHh'd, ^o ftiU feel the Throws, 
And Pangs of a nick*d Soul, and .{which is worfe 
Vhan all the Pains which can the Body curie) 
^he fecret Gnavvdngs of unseen Remorfe ? 
Belicy*t'thc)rfcffer greater PunHhment 
Than Rvme*s Ihqui/itors could e*er invent, 
Nor«ll the Torturee, Racks and Cruelties^ 
Which ancient PeKecixtors could deviT^ 
Nor all diat Soxh bloody Records tell, 
Can match what Braifbanxj and RamUiac feel. 
Who in their Brealls, carry about their Hell. 
" Pve read this Story, but I know not where, 
<7hether in Hacknvelly Tor Rtari's Theatre • : 
A certain Spartan, tvbom a Friend^ likeyoUf . 

Bad trujkd njoitb a hundred Pound or t^wog 
M^ent to the Oracle^ to imtu if hcj 
^itb Safetj^y might the' Sjtm in Trujl dei^. 
^Tnvas anftvn^df No, that if he durft forfwear. 
He Ihould €*er'long fbr's Knavery pay dear : 
Hence FeoTi not Honefly^ made him refund, 

Tet t4 his Cofiy the 'Sentence true he found: 

• ' • • ■ '. 

^^ Mr Buard^vpsot a BooX« intitlcd, 7^ V^atrt of (Ms 

Jmii^-ments^^.kc. . 

, - ^ y 


Mimfilf, bis CbiUnnt all bis Famify, 

Tie mojf rem§ii of his tvbok Ft^gree^ 

Firiflf'd (as there 'tit told) in Mifery. 

Mow» to apply ; if fuch be the fad End 

Of Perjury, tho' but in Thought deiigii'd. 

Think, Sir, what Fate awaits your treacherous Friend 

Who has not only thought, but done to yon 

AU this and more ; think what he fufFers now. 

And think what ev'ry Villain fuifers elTe, 

That dares, like him, be faithlefs, bafe and falie. 

Pale Horror, ghaftly Fear, and black Defpair 
Purfue his Steps, and dog him wherefoeV 
He goes, and if from his loath'd felf he fly. 
To herd, like wounded Deer, ia Company, 
Theie flrait creep in, and pall his Mirth and Joy. 
The choiceft Dainties, ev'n by Lmnky dreft» 
Afford no Relifli to his iickly Taile, 
Infipid all, as Damocks's Feaft.* 
Ev*n Wine, the greateft Blefling of Mankind, 
The beft Support of the dejeded Mind, 
Apply 'd to his dull Spirits, warms no more* 
than to his Corps, it could paft Life reftore. 

♦A flattering Courtier to Dianjfius the Tyrant, who be- 
ing invited by that Prince to an Entertainment^ perceived 
)i naked Sword hanging over him by a fingle Thread, upon 
which he interceded for Pardon, and became more bumble 
for the future. 



Darknefs he fezUf nor dares he truft his Bed 

Without a Candle watching hy his Side : 

And if the wakeful TrcMibles of his Breall» 

To his tofs'd Xrimbs^ allow one Moment'-s Reft, 

Straitways, the Groans of Ghofts, and hideous Screams 

Of tortur'd Spidt6» haunt lus frightful Dreanu : 

Strait then letorns to his .tormented Mind, 

His perjur'd A6l» his injnr'd God, and Fnendi' 

Strait he imagines you before his Eyes, 

GhaHly of Shape, and of prodigious Siise, 

With glaring Eyesi deft Foot and monftrous Tail* * 

And bigger .than the Giant's ztGuiUbaU^ 

Stalking with hotrrid Strides acrofs the ReoA, 

And Guards of Fiends to drag him to his Doom ; - . 

Hereat he falls in dreadful Agonies, 

And dead, cold Sweats, his trembling Members fetve: 

Then flartii\g wakes, and with a difmal Cry, 

Calls to his Aid hisj&ighted Family ; 

There owns. the Crime, and vows upon his Knees 

The facred Pledge, next Morning to rekafe. 

Thefe are the Men, ^om the leaft Terrors datttit> 
Who at the Sight of their own Shadows faint ; 
Thefe, if it chance to lighten, are aghaft, 
And guake for l^ear, left every Flafii fhould hlafi : 
Thefe fwoon away at the £rft Thunder-Glap» * 

As if 'twere not what ufually does hap ; 

^c^ Tflfi THIRTEENTH 6aTI)lfi 

The cafitti crtddog m£ a Clmid, b«t feat 
By aogiy Heaveiu fer tbeir FnaMimem : 
And if ttokiifttliey Icape4lie Tenpeft now. 
Still dnad tke gKUtr Veagcaaoc to ^iiAie ? 
^Jieiie the leaft SywptOBS of a ^•mrfnght. 
Water ]ugiM:ola«r^d, want of Reft ac Night, 
Or a diforder'd Polfe flcait aakct timi Iknnk, 
And jjieftntiy far Feact ready «o Ink 
Intothdr GraiW0: Their Ttme they think is €one> 
And Heav'a» in JtidfflKiit> now hatient their Doom* 
Nor dare they, dio' in Wh£%ir» wsft a f ra/r. 
Left it, by Chance, iheald reach di' Alttigfaty'^s Ear, 
And wake bi$ ikt^ung Ve ag e ttn oe» whick before. 
So loAg ha$ tkw impieties ibHMire. 

Thefe are theThonghtsw^nch gntlty Wretches hattnt> 
^ft ent^'dj they MB. grow more impudent ^ 
After a Q4|B«^ pethapa* thc^ aoht and then. 
Feel Pangs and Struglingt of Reraorfe within, 
But&^ait netiini to thetr old CawA again r 
They wh^ ha*e once thnowii: Simme and Con^oence bj) 
>l^^r after mmkc a Sttip at:Vtllaiiiy j; 
Hurrie^jftttuig^ down the vaft Steep they g«s 
And find, ^is all a Precipice lieloiv* ^ 

]J/n du« petiidioiis i^iend of fMifis, no Doobtt 
Will not 3^fid9i^fifigie Wickedftcfs give out { 

V . 

OF JUVENAL; iktflTATED. 145 

Have Patience but a while, you'll fhortly fee . 

His Hand held op at Bar foi- Felony : 

You'll fee the fentenc'd Wretch, for Puniihment, 

To Scilly Ifles, Or thte Curihbees fenC : ' 

Or (if I may his furer Fate divine) 

Hufcg like Borojky •, for a Gibbet-fign : 

Then may you glut Revenge, and feaft your Eyes 

With the dear Objea of his lA\Ctnt$ i 

And then, at length convinc'd, with Joy you'll find. 

That the jail God is neither deaf hbr bliiid. 

• tticiitcd for the Mttrchr df fbomds Thynne, £fq, ** 

Vol. lU 

( »46 ) 




Written in September 1677. 


A H wretched Jfrad ! once blefled and happy Stat^ 

The Darling of the Stars and Heaven^s Care, 

Then all the bord'ring World thy Vaffals were ; 

And thott» at once» their Envy and their Fear, 

How foon art thou (alas !) by the fad Tnrn of fate 

Become abandoned and forlorn ? 
How art thou now become their Pity, and their Scorn ? 
Thy Lnftre all is vaniih'd^ all thy Glory fled» 
Thy Sun, him&lf, fet in a Blood-red, 
Too fure Prognoftick ! which does ill portend 
Approaching Storms on thy unhappy Land, 
Left nakedand^lefencelefs nowtoeachinvadingHand, 
A fatal Battle lately fought. 
Has all thefe Mis'ries and Misfortunes bioughtt 
Has thy quick Rain and Dcfiru^on wrought : 


There fell we, by a mighty Overthrow, 

A Prey to an enrag'd^ relentlefs Foe, 
The Toil and Labour of their weary Cruelty, 
Till they no more could kill, and we no longer die : 
Vaft Slaughter all around th' enlarged Mountain fwells. 

And num'rous Deaths increafe its former Hills. 

In Gatbf let not the mournful News be known. 
Nor publiih'd in the Streets of AJkaUn ; 

May Fame itfelf be quite ilnick dumb ! 
Oh ! may it never to Philiftia come, \ 

Nor any live to bear the corfed Tidings home ! • 
Left the proud Enemies new Trophies raife. 
And loudly Triumph in our freih Difgrace : . 
No captive Ifrculite^ their pompous Joy adorn. 
Nor in fad Bondage, his loft Country mourn : 
No Spoils of ours be in their Temples hung, . 

No Hymns to AJhdod^^ Idol fung. 
Nor thankful Sacrifice on his glad Altars burn* 
Kind Heav'n forbid ! left the bafe Heathen Slave! 
Thy facred and unutterable Name, 
And, above thine, extol their Dagon\ Fame. 
Left the vHe Fip?*% Worfhip fpread abroad, 
.Who fell a proftrate Viftim once before our con- 
qu'rijig God : 

L 2 

hb davip's lamentation for the 

And yoQ» who the great Deeds of Ki«gs and King- 
doms write. 
Who a|ll their Anions to fucceediog Age tr3Qfiait» 
Coacesil the bluOixng Stoiy, ah ! conceal 
Our Nation's Lofs and oar df ead Monarch's Pall; 
Conceal the Journal of this bloody Pay*- 
When both by the ill Play of Fate, were thrown 

Nor let our wretched Infamy, and Fortune's Crime, 
Be ever mentioii'd in the Regifters of future Time. 

For ever, GMca^ \ft ciyrft thy hated Nan^e, 
Th' eternal Monument of our Di^race and Shane 1 
For ever curft be that unhappy Sceiie, 
Whe^e Slaughter, Blood, ^d Death did lately 
reign ! 
No Clouds henceforth upon thy barren Top appeal^ 
But what may make thee Mourning wear : 
Let them ne'er ihake their dewy Fleeces theio^ 
But only once a Year, 
On the fad Anniverfe, drop arememb'ring Tear : 
No Flocks of OiPriag^ 09 thy Hills be known, 
Which may, by Sacrifice, oi|r Guilt, and thine, atooe 
Nor bheep, nor any of the gentler kind* hereafter flay 
On thee, but Bears and Wolves, and Beafts of Prey, 
Or Men, more favage, wild, aadficrce^ than they ; 


A Defart may'ft thou pTave, and lonely waftfe. 
Like that our iinful, flubborn Fathers pad. 
Where they the Pcniiicg trod, for all, they there 

tranfgreft : 
,Tda dearly waft thai* drenched witti pfedous Blood 
Of matty a yenvij^ Worthy, fpilt of late. 
Who fuffer'd there, by Ati ignoble Pate, 

And purchas'd foul OiAdiiotif dt tOd higli & K^t€ : 
Great Souh ran there, aiflottgft the ^Otiiinbh Flood, 
His royal Self, mixt with the bafef Crowd : 
He, whom the Hear'ns hig hand opeir SuifrsTge chofe. 
The Bulwark of our N^ition to appott 

The Pow'r and Malice of Our Foes j 

fir'ft he, on whom tHe facfed Oil wa^ fhed, 

Whofe myftick Drops enlarged his halloS^M Head, 
Lies ncrw (Oh Fate; iftip^ftid ftiW « fciftgs ?) 

Huddled and undiftinguifh'd, hi the H!e3p of meaner 

tor! there die mighty t<rafrtof lies. 

With all his Lalirtls, all his Viftorhs, 
To ravenous Fowls', Of WOrtfe, to his pfotfd Foes a Prize : 
How changed fjt)m th"at gftSCSdul! v^hOft* g^efi'rfitts 
A conqo'ring Army to diftiTfTed yahep led, 
At whofc Approach, jtmmsnh pftfud Tyftnt fftfti : 



How changM from that great Saui I whom we 
faw bring 
prom vanquifh'd Amalekt their captive Spoils and King; 

When unbid Pity made him Agag fpare : 
Ah Pity ! more than Cruelty, found guilty there : 
Oft has he made thefe conquer'd Enemies bow : 

By whom himfelf lies conquer'd now : 
At Micmaflff his great Might they felt and knew* 

The fame they felt s^t Dammin too : 
Well I remember, when from Helah^^ Plain 
He came in Triamph, met by a num'roHs Crowd, 
Who with glad ihouts prodaim'd their Joy aloud ; 
A Dance of beauteous Virgins led the folemn Train, 
And fung and prais'd the Man, Thai bad hh Tbou/ands 
Stirt Moait Zohaby felt him, and where'er 

He did his glorious Standards bear, 
OfHcious Vift'ry fbllow'd in the Rear : 
Succefs attended ftill his brandifh'd Sword, 
And like the Grave, the gluttonous Blade devour'd : 
Slaughter, upon its Point, in Triumph fate. 
And fcatter'd Death, as quick and wide as Fate« 
Nor lefs in high Repute and Worth, was his great 
Sole Heir of all his Valoar and Renown, 
Heir too (if cruel Fate had fuffcr'd} of his Throne 


The xnatchlefs Jonathan 'twas, whom load-tonga'cf 

Amongft her chiefefl Heroes, joys to name. 
E'er fince the wond'roas Deeds at S^netb done. 

Where he hiitifelf and HofI o'ercame a War alone : 
The trembling Enemies fled, they try'd to fly. 
But fix'd Amazement flopt, and made them die. 

Great Archer he, to whom our dreaded Skill we owe. 

Dreaded by all, who lfratV% warlike Prowcfs know i 
As many Shafts, as his full Quiver held. 
So many Fates he drew, fo many kill'd : 

Quick, and unerring they|^ :as darted Eye-beams 
As if he gave 'em Sight and Swiftnefs too. 

Death took her Aim from his, and by't her Arrows 

Both excellent they were, both equally aJly'd 
On Nature, and on Valour^s flde : 
Great Baul:, who fborn'd a Rival in Renown, 
Yet envy'd not the Fame oPs greater Son» 
By him endur'd to be furpafs'd alone : 
He, gallant Prince, did his whole Father fhew. 


r mew, •> 
And fafl, as he could fet, the well-writ Copies drew, C 
And blufh'd, that Duty bid him not oat-go : J 




Together, they did both tbe Pj^ths to Glory tiace. 
Together, hunted in the noble Chace, 

Together*, finif^^i their yi^itf d Ilace : 

There only 4id they prpve unfortupatCj 

Never, till then, unbleiii'd ^ Fate, 

Yet, there they c^as'd not to be gre^t ; 

Fearlefs they met and brav'4 (heir threatened Fall, 

And fought when Heay'n revokedj Fortune durft reb^l. 

When publick Safety, and their Country's Care 
Requir'd their Aid^^dcairdthem to the Toils of War; 
As Parent-£agj[es, fnninion'd by their Infants Cries, 

Whom fome ^u4e Ha^ds 
l^e to Relief, and, with their Wings 

So fvvift did they their fpeedy Succour bear : 
So fwif t the bold AggreiTors feize. 
So fwift attack, fo fwift purfue the vaaquiih'd 
Enemies : 
The vanquifh'd Enemies, with aU th^ Wipgs pf Fear^ 
Mov'd not fo quick as they, 
Scarce could their Souls fly faft enpugh 9^stym 
Bolder than Lions, they thick Dangers met. 
Thro' Fi^ds with armed Troops, and pointed Har- 

veils fet, 
Nothing could tame their Rage^ qr queach tbdr gene- 
rous Heat : 

by their Infants Cries,^ 
5 wQuld ipake a Prize I 
dr Wings, out-fly their f 


Like thpfe» they marched undauntei!, and like thofe, -\ 

Secure of Wounds, and all that durft oppoie> L 

So to Refiflers fierce, fo gentle to their proftrate Foes. 3 

Mourn wietcBed^i^o^/, mourn thy Monarch^ ¥si\lg 
An€ all thy plenteous Stack of Sorrow call, 
/ T'attend his pompous Funeral : 
Mourn each, who in this Lofs an Int'reft fhares, 
Laviib your Grie& exhauf): it all in Teafs : 
You He^niv Virgins too. 
Who once ip lofty Strains did his glad Triumphs &ig. 
Bring all your artful Notes, and ikilfiil MeafiKcsnow, 
Each charnutig Air of Breath, and String, 
Bring ail to grace the Qbfeq^uies of your dead 
And high, as then your Joy, let now your Sorrow ftow* 

Saulf your great ^^/ is dead,. 
Who you with Nature's choice^ Dainties fed. 
Who you, with Nature's gayefl: Wardrobe clad. 
By whom you all her Pride aAdallher Plea£ure»had : 
For you, the precious Woi^m his Bowels fpun. 
For you, the Tyrian-^iik did Purplq run. 
For you the blell Arabia'^ Spices grew. 
And Eaftern Quarries hardened pearly Dew ; 
The Suahimfslf tunv'd Labourer for you : 


For you, he hatch'd his golden Rirths alone, 
Wherewidi you were arrayM, whereby you him oot- 

All this and more.yoa did to ^^^rs great Condaft owe. 
All this yott loft in his onhappy Overthrow. 

Oh Death ! how vaft an Harrefthaft thou reapM of late 
Never before hadft thou fo great. 
Ne'er drank'ft before fo deep of JruDtJb Blood, 
Ne'er fince th' embattled Hofts at Gihoah flood : 
When three whole Days took up the Work of Fate, 
When a large Tribe enter'd, at once, thy Bill, 
And threefcore thonfand Victims to thy Fury ML 
Upon the fatal Mountain's Head, 
Lo I how the mighty Chiefs lie dead : 
There my beloved Jonathan was flain. 
The beft of Princes, and the beft of Men ; 
Cold Death hangs on his Cheeks, like an untimely FroS, 
Cn early Fruit, there fits, andfmiles, a fullen Boaft, 
And yet looks pale at the great Captive (he has ta'eir. 
My Jonathan is dead \ (Oh dreadful Word of Fame! 
Oh Grief! that I can fpeak't, and not become the fame !} 
He's dead, and with Him all our blooming Hopes 
are gone. 
And many a Wonder, which he muil have done 
And many a Conqueft which he muli have won, J 


They're all to the dark Grave and Silence fled. 
And never now in Story ihall be read. 

And never now (hall take their Date, 
Snatcht hence by the preventing Hand of envious Fate. 

Ah ! worthy Prince ! would I» for thee, had dy'd! 

Ah, would I had thy fatal Place fupply'd ! 

I'ad then repaid a Life, which to thy Gift I owe. 

Repaid aCrown, which Friendihip taught thee tp forego: 
Both Debts I ne'er can cancel now : 

Oh, dearer than my Soul ! if I can call it mine, 
Forfure we had the fame, 'twas very thine. 
Dearer than Light, or Life, or Fame, 

Or Crowns, or any thing, that I can wiih, or think, or 
name : 
Brother thou waft, but waft my Friend before. 
And that new Title thdn could add no more : 

Mine more than Blood, Alliance, Nature's felf could 


Than T, or Fame it(elf can fpeak : 

Not yearning Mothers, when £rft Throws they feel. 
To their young Babes, in Looks, a fofter Paillon tell : 

Not artlefs, undilTembling Maids exprefs. 

In their lafl dying Sighs, fuch Tendernefs : 
Not thy. fair Siller, whom flri^ Duty bids me wear 

Firft ia my Breafta whom holy Vows make mine. 


Tbo' all the Virtues of a loyal Wife ihe bear. 

Could boaft an Union fo neaFi 
Could boaA a Lore ib firm, fo lafting, ^ Divine. 
So pore is chat, whick w« ia Angels find. 
To Mortals here, in Heav'n to their ow^ Kind : 
So pure, bat not more great, maft that bleft Friendlhip 

(Could, ah ! could I, to that wiih'd Place, ^d Thee 

Which ihall for ever join onr mingled Souls above 

Ah wretched J/rasi / ah unhappy State ! 

Expos'd toall the Bolts, of angry Fate t 
Expos'd to all thy Enemies revengeful Hate ; 

Who is there left their Fury to withftand ? 

What Champions now to guai«d thjphelple^ Land ? 

Who is thure left in lifted Ficldx to head 
Thy valiant Youth, and leadtfaem^on to Vi^ry ? 
Alas ! thy valiant Youth are dead. 
And all thy^ brave Commanders too : 
Lo ! how the Glut and Riot of the Grave thu^rlie. 

And none furvive the fatal Ovarthrow, 
To right their injar'd Ghol^s upon the barb'rou? Foe ! 
Red, ye blefs'd Shades, in everlafting Peace, 

Who fell your Country's bloody Sacrifice: 


For ever facred be your Memories, 

And Oh ! may e'er long, feme Avenger rife 
To wipe off Heav'ns and your Difgrace : 
May thefe proud, infulting Foes 
Waih off our Stains of Honour with their Blood. 
May they ten-thoufand-fold repay our Lofs ; 
For ev^ry life, a Myriad, every Drop, a Floods 

( i$8 ) 


O D E 

o r 




Jrlonour! thou greateft Blefllng in the Gift of 

Which only art to its chief Darlings given : 
Cheaply with filood and Dangers, art though (ought, 
Nor canft, at any rate, be over-bought. 

Thou, ihining Honour, art the nobleft Chace 
Of all the braver Fart of Human Race : 

Thou only art worth living for below> 
And only worth our dying too. 

For thee, bright Goddefs, for thy charming fake. 

Does Cri€Ci fuch wond^rous A^ons undertake. 


For thee no Toils, nor Hardfhips, flie foregoes. 
And Death, junidft ten thoufandghaflEly Terrors, wooei. 

So pow'rfully doft thoa the Mind inipire. 

And kindleft there fo generous a Fire> 
As makes thy zealous Votaries 
All Things, but thee, defpife : 

Makes them the Love of thee prefer 
Before th' Enchantments of bewitching Gold, • . 
^efore th' Embraces of a Parent's Arms, 
Before foft Eafe, and Love's enticing Charms, 
And all that Men on Earth, mofl valuable hold. 

For thee, the Heav'n-bom Her^ttkit 
And LaJa^s faithful Twins, in Birth no left. 
So many mighty Labours underwent. 
And by their God-like Deeds prodaim'd their high 
By thee they reach'd the blefl abode. 
The worthy Prize, for which in Glory's Paths they 
trod. . . 

By thee, great jijax^ and the greater Son 
Of PeleuSf were exalted to Renown : 
Envied by the Immortals did they go. 
Laden with Triumph, to the Shades below* 
For thee, and thy dear fake. 
Did the young Hermasf Worthy of ^/otim, lately ftalM 


Hk life in Bsttle» to the Chance of Fate, 
And bravelf loft, what htCo boldly Tet : 

Yet loft he not his gloiious Aim, 
But, by ihort Death, purchasM eternal Fame : 
The grateful Mufes fhall embalm his Memory, 
And nerer let it die : 
They fhall his great Etf loits reheaHe, 
And confecrate the Hero in Immortal Veiie. 

( 161 ) 





O F 


Written in 1678. 


vJTreat thou 1 whom 'tis a Crime almoft to dare tcr 
Whofe firm, eflablifh'd, and unfhaken Glories (land. 

And proudly their own Fame command^ 
Above our Pow'r to lefTen, or to raife. 
And all, but the few Heirs of thy brave Genius, am' 

thy Bays ; v 

Hail mighty jKounder of our Stage! forfo I dare 
Entitle thee, nor any modern Cenfures fear. 

Nor care what thy unjuft Detra^ors fay ; 
They'll fay, perhaps, that others did Materials brings 
That others did the firft Foundations lay. 
And glorious 'twas (we grant) but to begin. 
Vol. II. M 


Bot thoa alone conldft hniih the Defign, 
All the fair Model, andthe Worldmanfliip was thine: 
Somt bold Advent'rers might have been before^ 

Who dorft the unknown World explore. 
By them it was furveyM at diftant View, 
And here and there a C^/, and Line they drew. 
Which only rerv'4 as Hints, and Marks to thee. 
Who Was fcferyVi to make the full Di(covery : . 

Arts^ompafs to thy painful Search we owe. 
Whereby thou went*ft fo far, and we may after go. 
By that we may Wifs vaft, and tracklefs Quan try. 
Content no longer, as before, 
Dally to coaft along the SJ^oreg 
Bnt fteer a Conrfe more imcenfinM, and free. 
Beyond the narrow Bounds, that pent Anti^ity. 

Never, dll thee, the Theatce pofieft 

A Prince, with «qual Pow*r, andCreatnefs Uel^ 

No Govermneat, or Laws it had. 

To ftrengthen and eftabliih it, 
Till thy great Hand the Scepter fwayM, 
But groaned under a w ie t tted Anitrdiy of Wit; 
Unformed, and void, was then its Poefy, 
Only fome pre-exif^'ng Matttr we 

Perhaps could fee, ; 

That migfatforetd what was to be^ 

OF «EN JONS:ON. 165 

A rude and aiuHgefted Lamp it iaf. 
Like the old Chaos^ e'er the Birth of Light, ai)d Day, 
Till thy brave Genius, like a new Creator, came, 

And undertodc the mighty Frame ; 
No ihufHqd Atoms did the weU-built Work comp6rc» 
It from no lucky Hk of blund'ring Chance aroTe 
(As fome, of his great Fabrick, idiy dream) 
But wife, all-feeing Judgment, did contrive. 
And knowing Art, its Graces, give : 
No foqner did thy Soul with adive Fcffce and Pii^, 
The dnH and heavy Mais infpire, 
But 'ftraight throughout it, let us fee 
Proportion, Order, Harmony, 

. And ev'ry Fart did to the whole tfftc^ 
And ftrait appear'd a beauteous, new-made World of 

Let duU, and ignorant P^renders, Art condemn 

(Thofe oiily Foes to Art, and Art to them) 
The meer Fanaticks, and Bnthuiiafts in Poetry 
(For Schifmaticks in that, as in Religion be) 

Who make't all Revelation, Trance, and Dteam$ 
Let them defpife her Laws, and think 
T-hat Rules and Forms the Spirit ftint : 
Thine was no mad, unruly Frenzy of the Brain^ 
Which juftly might dcfervc the Chain, 



*Twas Bri(k« and mettled, bot a manag'd Rage, 
Sprightly, as vigorous Youth, and Cool, as teoip'raiie 
Free like thy Will, kdid all Force difdaia, 
Bot foffer'd Reafon's loofe, and eafy Rein, 
By that it Aifier'd to be led, 
V^hich did not carb Foetick Liberty, but guide : 
Fancy* that wild and haggard Faculty, 
UntamM in moft, and let at random fly. 
Was wifely govern'd, and reclaimed by thee^ 
Reftraint and Difcipline was made t'endare. 
And by thy calm and milder Judgment brought to lure; 
Yet when 'twas at fome noble Quarry fent. 
With bold, and tow'ring Wings, it upward weiit^ 
Not leflen'd at the greateft Height, 
Not turned by the moil giddy Flights of dazzling Wit* 

Nature and Art, together met, and joinM, 
Made up the Character of thy great Mind. 
That like a bright and glorious Sphore, 
Appeared, with num'rous Stars embelliih'd o*er. 
And much of Ught to thee, and much of Influence 
This was the Strong Intelligence, whofe Pow'r, 
Turn'^d it about; and did th' unerring Motions fteer ) 


Concarrifig both like vital Seed and Heat^ 

The noble Births they jointly did beget. 
And hard 'twas to be thought. 
Which moil of Force to the great Generation brought^^^ 
So mingling Elements compofe our Body*.s frame,. 
Fire, Water, Earthy and Air, 
Alike their jufi Proportions (hare. 

Each, undiilinguiOi'd, (Ull remains the fame. 

Yet can't we fay that's either here, or there. 
But all, we know not how^ are fcatter'd every where- 
Sober, and grave, was dill the Garb thy Mufe put on,. 
No taudry, carelefs, flatter n Drefs, 

Nor flarch'd, and formal, with AfFedlednefs, 
Nor the caft Mode, andFaihiQnofthe Court, and Town^^^ 

But neat, agreeable^ and jaunty 'twas. 

Well fitted* it fate clofe in ev^ry Place, 
And all became, within uhcommon Air and Grace ;: 

Rich, coilly, and fubflantial was the Stuff, 
Not barely fmoeth, nor yet too coarily rough i 

No Refufe, ilJ-patch'd Shreads o'th' Schools,. 

The motly Wear of read, and learned Fools : 
No French Commodity, which now fo much does tak«,r 

And oar own better Manufadure fpoil,. 

Nor was it aught of foreign Soil ; 
But ilaple all and all, of Engitjh grawtb and make :■ 



What Flow'n foc'cr, of Art, it bad, were found 

No tinfel, flight EmbFoideries, 
Bat all appeared either the native Groand, 
Or twifted, wrought, and interwoven with the Piece* 

Plain Humour t ihewnwith her whole various Facr> 

Not maikM with any antick Drefs, 
Nor fcrned in forcM ridiculous Grin^ace 

(The gaping Rabble's dull DeKght, 
And more the A^r's, than the Potto's Wit) 

Such did (he enter on thy Stage, 
And fttch was reprefented to the wond'ring Age t 

Well waft thou fkill'd and read in Human Kind,. 
In tv^xy wild, fantaftick Paffion of his Mind, 
Didft into all his hidden Inclinations dive,. 

What each from Nature docs receive,. 
Or Age, or Sex; or Quality, or Country give :. 

What Cuftom too, that mighty Sbrcerefs, 
Whofe powerful Witchcraft does transform; 
Enchanted Man to feveral monftrous Images, 

Makes this an odd and freakifh Monkey turn. 

And that a grave and folemn Jfi appear. 
And all a thoufand beaftly Shapes of Folly wear ;: 

Whate'er Caprice or Whirafy leads awry 

Perverted, and iediic'd Mortality, 

OF »EN JOSfaN; 167 

Or doc9 iiidfaie» and btu k 
From yAM.*5 Dtfciect, a«4 Wi6» mi Right* and 
Goody aadFit; 
All in thy futhful Glafr were fo €xpre&'d» 
As if theywereReflc^eitaoftby Breaiftf 
As if they had hcen iamp'd on cky own Mind, 
And thott the snivcxfid raJk hiez of hi«»hiild* 

Never dkUb ihoo with tkcSuat JXAk i^peaiad clojr* 
Tho^circry DiA w«U coojc'd ky thtCn 
Contained a plentofid Variety 
To all that could founi^y reliflung Palatea Ik^ 
Each Regale with new DeMcades did iMrkc 
Courted the TaAe* aod^rajft'd the AfpetUe : 
Whatever frefh dainty Fops, in Seafon, were 
To g»iafli» aadr itt out thy BiU of Face, 
Thofe, never found to fail, throughiMia the Year, 
(Foe ieldom tiiat ill-aatnr'd Pl^iet roles, 
That phigoes a Poet with a Dearth of F«al4 
What thy ftria Obfervatkis e'er fiirvey'dp 
From the fine, kftioiia Syark of h%h» aa«l CMrdy 
I>ow» to the ivilU ttAptt Ck, 
Made thy pleas'd Aadkactii EBtertuiaieaa fitr 
Serv'A ii|^ wttii ail thegiatcblpQigiiaDciea^ Wit«^ 



Moft Plays are writ like Ahnanacks, cf late» 
And ferve one only Year, one only State ; 

Another makes them ufeleis, ftale, and out of date ; 
But thine were wifely calculated^ iit 
For each Meridian, t^ry Clime of Wit, 
Bo$ all iucceeding T;me> and after-Age, 
And all Mankind might thy vaft Audience iit,. 
And the whole World be jnftly made thy Stage : 
Still they ifaall taking'be, and ever new. 

Still keep in Vogue in Spkeof all the damning Crew;: 
Till the laft Scene of his great Theatre, 
dos*dy and (hut down. 
The numerous AQors all retire. 
And the grand Play of Human Life be done. 

Beihrew thofe envious Tongues, who £i»k to blaft thy 
Who Spots in thy bright Fame would find, or raife. 
And fay it only (hines with borrowed Rays t 
Rich in thyfelf, to whofe unbounded Store 
Exhaufted Nature could vouchfafe no more, 

Thou couldft alone th' Empire of the Stage maintain^ 
Couldft all its Grandeur, and its Port fuftain, 
Nor needeft other Subfidies to pay, 

Needcftno Tax on foreign^ or thy native Country lay^ 


To bear the Charges of thy porehas'd Fame, 
But thy own Stock conkl raife the fame. 

Thy fole Revenue all the vaft Expence defray : 

Yet, like feme mighty Conqueror, in Foetry» 
Defign'd* by Fate, of Choice to be 

Foandec of its univerfal Monarchy, 

Boldly thoa didlb the learned World invade, 
Whilft all around thy pow'rfal Genius fway'd. 
Soon vanquifli'd Romet and Greectf weremadefubmit. 
Bothy were thy humble Tributaries made> 

And thou return'^ in Triumpb with her Captive Wit. 

Unjuil, and more ill-natur'd thofe^ 
Thyfpitefal and malicious Foes, 
Who on thy happieft Talent fix a Lie, 
And call that Slownefs, which was Care and Indnftry. 
Let me (with Pride {o to be guilty thought) 
Share all thy wifliM Reproach, andfliaretby Shame, 

If Diligence be deem'd a Fault, 
Jf ta be faultlcfs muft deferve their Blame : 
Judge of thy feif alone (for none there were, 
« Could be 9o juft, or could be fo fevere) 

Thou thy own Works didft ftridly try 
By known and uncontefied Rules of Poetry, 
And gav'ft thy Sentence ftill impartially : 


With Rifonr tbou tmrgi^ carii gvkhf liatr 
And {pm^Ak ao enminai Sonify hKaab'hxaB thin«: 

UnbnM wkk Lab«iir» Loyc, or St^coBcetCr 
(P«r Dcr«T, or tav ftMtMB* we» 

Objeds too aear os» our own BImntflies car fee) 
Thoa didft no {jDaU DeNnqucvcies acqak. 
But fiiwlfb tliem to CorreaMn. all fubmit, 

Saw*fl £3»ciition done, on sll eonviABd Cjrimcs of Wie. 

Some cnruMif Pmiater, t aw g h t^ ijr Art, to dara 

(For tiisy^ with Poet^ ia that Titk, flain> 
When he would undertake a glorious Frame ; 

Of lading Worth, andfadeltfi as his Faane ; 

Long he contrives, and weighs the bold Deiig«r 
Long holds hi& doubting Band e'er he begin, 
Andjoftly, then, proportions every Stroke and Laoe^ 

And oft he brings yt to Review, 
And oft he does deface, and daflles oft anew. 
And mixes OiIb^ to make the flitting Colours dure. 
To keep 'em ffom the Tarmfl» of injariotif Time 

iecare ; 
Finifh'd, at length, in all that Care and Skill can do^ 

The matchlefs Piece is fet no publick View, 

And all, furpri&'d about lit, woad'i'ing (land^ 
And tho* no Name be fecund beloWf 

Yet (Irait difcern th* inimitable Hand, 


e? BEN J ON SON. 171 

And ftraitthcy cry, *tis Tittattj or 'tis Angek : 
So thy brave Soul, that fcora'd all cheap and eaf^v 

And trod no common Road to Praife, 
Would not with rafli, and fpeedy Negligence proceed 
(For whoe'er few Perfe6lion grow in Hafle ? 
Or that foon done, which muft for ever laft ?) 
Bat gentle did advance with wary Heed, 
And fhew'd that Maftery is mod in Juilnefs read : 
j(Nought ever iffu'd from thy teeming Brcaft,- 
But what had gone fall Time) could write exafllybelb. 
And fland die iharpeH Cenfure, and defy the rigid'ft 

'Twas thus th* Almighty Poet (if we dare 
Our weak and meaner Adls, with his compare) 
When he, the World's fair Poem did of old defign. 
That Work, which now muft boad no longer Date than 
Tho' 'twas in Him alike to will, and do, 
Tho* the fame Word that fpoke, could make it too. 
Yet would he not fuch quick, and hafty Methods ufe. 
Nor did an Initant (which it might} the great £iFt6l 
But when th' All-wi(b himfblf in Council fate, 
Vouchfaf 'd to think and be deliberate. 


When Heav'n coafider'd, and A* Eternal Wit ani 
Seem'd to take Time, and Care, and Pains, 
It (hrw'd that fome uncommon Birth» 
Thatfomething, worthy of a Godr was coming forth ; 
Nought uncorreft there was, nought faulty there. 
No Point amifs did in the large voluminous Piece ap- 
And when the glorious Author all Airvey'd, 
Survey 'd whate'er his mighty Labours made,. 
Well-pleas'd he was to find 
All anfwer'd the great Model and Idea of his Mind :. 

Pleas'd at Himfelf, He in high Wonder flood. 
And much his Pow'r, and much his Wifdom did ap- 
To £ee how all was Perfed, all tranfcendent Good. 

Let meaner Spirits Aoop to low precarious Fame,. 
Content on grofs, and coarfe Applaufe, ta live. 
And what the dull, and fenilefs Rable give : 
Thou didll it dill with noble Scorn contemn. 
Nor would'il that wretched Alms seceive, 

The poor Subfiftence of fome bankrupt, fordid Name ^ 
Thine was no empty Vapour, rais'd beneath, 
Andform'd of common Breath, 


The falfe, and fooIiOi Fire, that's whifk'd about 
By popular Alr» and glares a while, and then goes oat; 
Sut 'twas a folid, whole, and perfect Giobe of Lighc, 

That fhone all over, was all over bright. 
And dar'd all Tallying Cloads, and fear'd nodarkning 
Lik the gay Monacch of th^ Stan and Sky, 

Who wherefoe'er he does difplay 
His Sovereign LuHre, and MajeiHck Ray, 
Strait all the lefs, and petty Glories nigh 
Vaniih, and ihrink away. 
0'erwlielm'd,and fwallow'd by the greaterBlaze of Day 
With fuch a ftrong, and awfal, and vidorious Beam 

Appear'd, and ever ihall appear, thy Fame, 
View'd, and ador'd by all ch' undoubted Race of Wit» 
Who only can endure to look oa it. 
The reft overcome with too much Light, 
With too much Brightnefs dazled, or excinguifh'd qoite^ 
Reliefs, and nncontroul'd, it now fhall pafs 
As wide a Coorfe about the World as he. 
And when his long-repeated Travels ceaie. 
Begin a new, and vafter Race, 
And fiiU uead round the endlefi Circle of Eternity« 

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A Dialogue betwixt the Poet and Lydia* 
Donee gr^tus tram iibiy &c- 

Hor. W faile yoa for me alone had Chaims, 
And none more welcome fill'd your Arms, 
Proud with content, I flighted Crowns* 
And pitied Monarchs on their Thrones. 

Lyd. While you thought Lydia only fair. 
And lov'd no other Nymph but her» 
Lydia was happier in your Love» 
Than the blefs'd Virgins are above; 


Hor. Now Cloe^s charming Voice and Art, 
Having gain'd the Onqaeft of my Heart : 
For whom* ye Fates, Td wifli to die. 
If Aine^ the Nym|4i*s dear Li& night buy. 

Lyd. Thyrfa by me has done t^e fame. 
The Youth burns me with mutual Flame 3 
i^or wliQiii a dottile Death VA bear ; 
WooM Fate my<leai«ft Thyrfa %ai)e. 

Hor. But fay, fair Nymph, if I once more 
Become your Captive, as befoi^ : 
^ay, I throw off my Cloe^% Chain, 
And take you to my Breaft agaiB. 

Lyd. Why then, dw* he more bright appear. 
More conftant, than a £xed Star ; 
Tho' yo», than Wind, more fickle be. 
And rougher than the ftormy Sea, 
^y Heav'n, and all its Pow'rs, I vow 
I'd gladly live and die with yon« 

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V P O V A 

LA D Yj 

W H O9 

Bytheoveitumingof aCoach, had herCeaCs befaind 
flung np* and what was under ihewn to the View 0^ 
the Company* 


Philliif 'tis own'dy lam your Slave, 
This happy Moment dates your Reign ; 
Ko 'Force of Human Pow'r can ikve 
My captive Hearty that wears your Chain : 
But when my Conqneft yon deiign'd ; 
Pardon, bright Nymph, if I declare. 
It was unjuil, and too fevere. 
Thus to attack me from Behind. 

Agdnft the Charms your Eyes impart. 
With Care 1 had fecur'd my Heart ; 
On all the Wonders of your Face, 
Could fafely, and unwounded, gase : 


But nowy entirely to enthral 
My Bread, you have expos 'd to Vicw^ 
Another more refifUefs Foe, 
From which I had 00 Guard at alL 

At Artt AiTault, conftrain'd to yield. 
My vanquiOi'd Heart reflgn'd the Field, 
My Freedom, to the Conqueror^ 
Became a Prey that very Hour ; 
The fubtle Traitor^ who, unfpied. 
Had lurked till now, in dofe Difguife^ 
Lay, all his Life in Ambufh hid. 
At lafl, to kill me by Surprize. 

A fndden Heat my Bread infpirM, 
The piercing Flame, like Light'ning, fent 
From that new dawning Firmament 
Thro* every Vein my Spirits fir'd ; 
My Heart, before averfe to Love, 
No longer could a Rebel prove ; 
When, on the Grafs, you did difplay 
Your radiant Bum to my furvey, 
And (hamed the Ludre of the Day. 



The Sun in Heaven abafliM to fee 

A Thing more gay, mere bright than He, 

^'78 OP OK A LAT>T, 

Struck with Difgrace^ as well he might. 
Thought to drive back the; Steeds of Light-: 
His Beams he now thought ufelefs grown. 
That better were by yours fupplied. 
But having once ieen your Back-fide, 
-for ihame, he durft not (hew his own. 

•Forfaking evVy Wood, and Grove, 
The Syhansy ravifh'd at the Sight, 
In preiTing Crowds, about you ftrove. 
Gazing, and loft in Wonder quite : 
Fond Z^/^J^r, feeing your rich Store 
Of Beauty, undefcried before, 
Enamour'd of each lovely Grace, 
Before his own dear Florals Face, 
-Could not forbear to kifs the Place. 

The beauteous Queen of Flow'rs, the Rofe, 
In Bluihes did her Shame difclofe : 
Pale Lillies droop'd, and hung their Heads, 
And fhrunk, for Fear, into their Beds : 
The amorous Narcijfus too, 
•^eciaim'd of fond 'Self-love by you. 
His former vai n Defire calhi er'd , 
Andyoarfair Breech alone admif'd. 


When this bright Objed:greets oar Sight, 
All others lofe their Lallre quite : 
Your Eyes that ihoot fuch pointed Ray9» 
And all the Beauties of your Face» 
Like dwindling S^rs9 that fly away 
At the Approach of brighter Day» 
No more regard, or Value bear» 
£ut when its Glories difappear. 

Of fome ill Qualities they'tell. 
Which juftly give me caufe to Fear ; 
But that, which moft begets Defpair, 
It has no Senfe of Love at all : 
More hard than Adamant it is. 
They fay, that no Impreflion takes. 
It has no £ars, nor any £yes. 
And rarely, very rarely, fpcaks. 

Yet I mud lov*t, and own my Flame, 
Which to the World, I thus rehearfe. 
Throughout the fpacious Coafts of Fame 
To (land recorded in my Verfe : 
No other Subjeft, or Defign, 
Henceforth fhall be my Mufe's Theme, 
But what joft Prjiifes to proclaim 
The faireftSKiN that e'er was feen. 


lEo .UPON A LADY, &c. 

In Pity, gtende PhUUs^ hide 
The dazling Beams of your Back-fide ; 
For (l)ould chey fhine unclouded long, 
All Human-kind would be undone. 
Mot the bright GoJdefltfs on high, 
^ hat reign above the ftarry Sky, 
Should they turn up to open View, 
All their immortal Tails, can fhew 
An /I — //— fo divine as you. 


( i8i' ) 



^aris quot tnibi Bafiationes^ &c. 

r^lay, Lejhia^ never afk. me this, i 

How many KiiTes will fuifice ? 
Faith 'tis a Queflion hard to tellt 
Exceeding hard ; for you as well 
May aik, what Sums of Gold fuffice 
The greedy Mifer's boundlefs Wifti : 
Think, what Drops the Ocean ftore, 
With all the Sands, that make its Shore : 
Think, what Spangles deck the Skies, 
When Heav'n looks with all itrEyes : 
Or think, how many Atoms came 
To compofe this mighty Frame : 
Let all thefe the Counters be, 
To tell how oft I'm kifs'd by thee: 
Till no malicious Spy can guefs 
To what vail Height the Scores arife ; 
Till weak Arithmetick grow fcant, 
And Numbers, for the Reck'ning want I 
All thefe will hardly be enough 
For me, (lark flaring mad wich Love. 

C »8« ) 


B L E C I E ' S 





That he loves Women of all Sorts and Sizes. 
N^tt ego mendofes aujttn defendere morest &C. 

Not I, I never vainly duril pretend, 
My Follies, and my Frailties to defend : 
I own my faults, if it avail to own, 
While, like a gracelefs Wretch, I ftill go on : 
I hate my felf, but yet, in Spite of Fate, 
Am fain to be 'that loathed thing I hate: 
In vain I would (hake off this Load of Lovty 
Too hard to tear, yet harder to remove : 

OTITT^S LOVE' ELK Git Si 1-15 

Fwant the Strength, my fierce Defires to Hem* 
Hurried away by the ii»petqous> Scream. 
'Tis not one Face alone fubdues my Heart, 
But each wears Charms^ and ev*ry Eye a Dart } 
And wherefo^er 1 caft my Looks abroad, 
Ih cvtry Place, I find Temptations flro\v*d. 
The Modeil kills me with her down-call Eyes^ 
And Love his AmbuCK lays in that Difguiie. 
Tke Priflc allates me with her Gaity, 
And (hews howa^ve, (he in Bed, will be : 
if Coy, likt cloyilcr'd Virgin, fhe appears. 
She but dilTembles, what ihe mod delires : 
Jf (he be vers'd in Arts, and deeply Read, 
I'long to get a learned Maidenhead : 
Or if Untaught, and Ignorant Die be, 
She t^kcs me then with her Simplicity : 
One likes my V^erfes, and commends each Line, 
And fwears that Cbnuky^s are but dull to mine : 
Her, in mere Gratitude, I mu (I approve. 
For whoik but wouU his kind Applauder lover 
Another damns my Poetry and me, 
And plays the Critick moH judiciouily :. 
And (he po ^t% my Heart, and ihe too charms. 
And I'm agog to have her in my Arms. 
One, with her fofi and wanton Trip does pleafe. 
And, prints in every Step ihe fet» a Grace : 



Another^ Walks with ftilT, ungainly Tread ; 
But (he may learn more Pli&ntnefs abed, 
This fweetly fings ; her Voice does Love infpire^ 
And ev'ry Breath kindles, and blows the Fire : 
Who can forbear to kifs thofe Lips, whofe Sound 
I'he raviih'd Ears does with fuch Softnefs wound ? 
1'hat fweetly plays : and while her Fingers move. 
While o'er the bounding Strings their Touches rove 
lAy Heart leaps too, and every Pulfe beats Love 
What Reafon is Co povv'rful to withftand 
The magick Force of that refifllefs Hand ? 
Another dances to a Miracle, 
And moves her fupple Limbs with graceful Skill : 
And She, or elfe the Devil's in*t, muft charm, 
A Touch of her would Bed-rid Hermits warm. 
If tall ; I gaefs what plenteous Game fhe'll yield. 
Where Pleafiire ranges o'er fo wide a Field : 
If low (he's pretty: both alike invite. 
The Dwarf and Giant, both my Wifhes fit, 
Undrefs*d ; I think how killing (he'd appear. 
If arm'd with all Advantages (he were : 
Richly attir'd ; (he's the gay Bait of Love^ 
And knows, with Art, to fet her Beauties off*. 
I like the Fair, I like the Red-hair'd one. 
And I can find Attrr&ions in the Brown : 



If carling Jet adorn her fnowy Neck, 

Tbe beauteous Lada is reported Black \\ 

If curling Gold ; jiurora*s painted {o : 

AW Sox:t9 of HiHories qiy Love does know. 

I like the Young, with all her blooming Charms» 

And Age icfelf is welcome to my Arm& : ' 

There uncropt beauty in its flow aiTails, 

Experience here and riper Stfnfe prevails. 

In fine, whatever of the Sex are known 

To dock the fpacions, and welhfumiih'd Town ; 

Whatever any fingle Man can find 

Agreeable of all the nnm'rons kind : 

To ill alike, my haggard Love is free. 

And each is Game, and each a Mifs for me. 



B O-O K ir. E £ S O T ▼. 

To hk MiM& ihit JiJted Urn. 

Nuttus anur ttmti e/ff (ohemsy fhmretrmtt CmpidbJ SffCm 

Nayi dwti ihc Devil take all Love! if I 

So oft, for its damn'd Sake, mull wifli to die. 

What can I wilh for but to die» vthat yoa» 

Dear faithlefs Thing, I find, oodd prove oatnie ? 

Why am Ivcan'dwith Life? why am I £um 

For thee falie Jilt, to bear eternal Pain ? 

'Tis not thy Letters, which thy Crimes reveal*. 

Nor fecret Prefents, which thy Falfhood tell : 

Would God! my juft Sufpicions wanted Caufe,. 

That they might prove lefs fatal to my Eafe : 

Would God ! lefs Colour for thy Guilt there were,. 

But that (alafs !) too much of Proof does bear : ^ 

Blefs'd he, who, what he loves, can juftify,. y 

To whom, his Miftrefs can the Fa6ldeny> v 

And boldly give his Jealoofy the Lie. J 

Cruel the Man, and uncompaiConate, 

And too indulgent to his own Regret, 


Who feeks to have her Gidlfr too manifcft. 

And with the murdering Secret, ftabs his rfsk, 

I fawy when little you fafpcded me. 

When Sleep, yon thought, gavo Opportmiity ; 

Your Crimes I faw, aAd thefe nnhappy £yts» 

Of all yoor hidden Stealths were Wimetfes: 

I faw, in Signs, your motoal Wi(hcs nsidf 

And Nods, the Meflage of your Hearts, conwy'd : 

I faw the confcibos Board, which writ all o>r 

Vt^ith Scrawls of Wi«e, Lovers Myftick-Cypher bore : 

Your Glances wei« not mute, bat each betrayed, 

Aild'wsth yoar i^ingers. Dialogues werd made : 

I underftood the Language out of Hand, 

(F6r what's too hard for Love to underftand ?) 

Full well I underftood lor what Intent 

All this dttmb Talk, and filenc Hints were meant | 

And ne^ the Guefts were from the Table fiedf 

And all the Company retired so Bed : 

I faw you then with wanton KiSks greets 

Your Toflgoes (I fay) did in your Kkles meet t 

Not fuch as Sifters to their Brothers give, / . 

But Lovers, fh>m their Miftreiiiss, receive : 

Such as the God of Wtr, and Paphian QueeK 

Did iA the Height of their Embraces join. ' 

Patience ye Gods I (Cried I) 'what is*t I/eef 

VnfMthjml I 4vi^ fbU tri^ibay tc m$r 


How dare you lit ttnoihir in mj Sigbi^ 

Invadowtfi natimo Property and Right f 

He mtift not% /halt not doU : By Lovtt I/'weatf 

rilfei*4thehM^ t^urping Ravijher: 

Ton art fay Free^boldf ami the Fates defign^ 

That yom fifiuld be unalUwaUy mini : 

The/e Fa*voHrs aUt tomOf impropriate are : 

Ho^ comes anothor then to tre/pa/s here f 

This* and much moj-e I faid, by Rage inrpir'd* 

While conft^ious Shame her Cheeks with filuihesfir^d: 

Such lovely Stains the Face of Heav'n adorn» 

When.Light's full Bloflies paint the baihful Morn : 

So on the Bu(h the Aaming Rofe does gIow» 

When mingled with the Lilies neighboring Snow : 

iThis* or fome other ColOttr» much like thefe* 

The Semblance, then, of her Complexion was : 

And while her Looks that fweet DiA>rder wofe» 

Chance added Beauties undifclos'd before: 

Upon the Ground (he call her jetty Eyes, 

Her Eyes fliot fiercer Darts in that Difguife : 

Her Face a fad and mournful Air exprefs'd. 

Her Face, more lovely, feem'd inSadnefsdrefs'-d : 

Urg'd hy Revenge, I hardly could forbear. 

Her braided Ldcks, and tender Cheeks to tear : 

Yet 1 no fooner had her Face furvey'd. 

But flrait the Tempefl of my Rage was laid : 

ft: 3 


A Look of lier did my Refentmenrs charm, 

A Look of her, did all their Force difafm : 

And I, that firce, Outrageous thing, ere-while. 

Grew calm, as Infants, when in Sleep, they fmile : 

And now a Kifs am humbly fain to crave, 

Aiid beg no worfe, than ihe my Riiral, gave : 

She fmil'd, and ftrait a Throng of KifTes prefl. 

The word of which, (hould Jo*ue himfelf but tafle, 

The brandifli'd Thunder from his Hand would wreft 

Well-pleasM I was, and yet tormented too. 

For Fear my envied Rival felt them fo : ' 

Better they feemM, by far, than I e'er taught. 

And, ihe in them, fhew'd ibmcthing new, methough't : 

Fond, jealous I, my felf the Pleafure grutch. 

And they difpleas'd becaufe they pleas'd too much : 

When, in my Mouth, I felt her darting Tongue, 

My wounded Thoughts it with Sufpicion flung : 

Nor is it this alone afflifb my Mind, 

More Reafons for Complaint remain behind : 

I grive not only, that (he Kifles gave, 

Tho' that affords me Caufe enough to rave: 

8gch never could be taught her but in Bed, 

And Heaven knows what Reward her Teacher had ! 

< I90 ) 


S O O K II* < I. S « Y X. 


Acquaimiiig him, that lie is in Xove with Two at 


9« mii&fy /IT «rri«» (wumim) GrMue, ti^aias, iScc. 

I've heard, my Fnend^ aad iieard it £ud by joit 
No Man» at oftce* coul4 er^r well hove two : 
But I was much deceived upon that Scores 
For fingle I» atonce^ love one^ and more : 
Twp» at one time, reign joindy in my Breaft, 
Both handfome are, both cbaraungy iyxh welUire&d 
And hang me» if I knowy which ^es me beft : 
This fairer 18 than that, and that thanthis. 
That mojrethaAthis, and this than that, does pleafe: 
Toft, like a Ship, by difPrcnt Gofts of Love, 
Now to this Point, and now to that I move. 
Why, Love, why deft thou duble thus my Pains ? 
Was't not enough to bear one Tyrant's Chains ? 


• I 

IVhy, Goddc&f doft thoa vainly laviih more 
^On one that was Top-fall of Love beforef 
•YfC thus I'd rather love than not at all» 
May that ill Curfe my Eaemies befal*: 
May my worft Foe be damned to love of non^ 
Be damn'd' to Continenoe, and lie aloni& : 
^Let Love's Alarms each Night difturb my Reft» 
And .drowfy Sleep never- approach my Bxeaft, 
Or (Iraightway theaee be by new pkafure cfaas 
Let Pleafiires» in Sncceffions keep siy^^nft 
Ever awid(e or ever in a Trance : 
Let me lie melting in my Fair-One's Arm5» 
•Riot in Blifsy and iurfeitonher Charms : 
Let her undo me there without Controul, 
^Drain Nature quite, fuck out my very Soul : 
Andy if by one» I can't enough be drawn. 
Give me another, clap more Leeches on. 
The Godsliave made me of the ^orting-kind. 
And for the Feat noy pliant Limbs defign'd : 
*What Nature has in Bulk to me denied, 
In Sinews, and in Vigttor« is fupplicd : 
And (hould my Strength be wanting to Defire; 
^Pleafure would add new Fuel to the Fire : 
Oft in foft Battles have I fpent the Night, 
Yet rofe next Morning, vigr'ous for the Fight, 
'FTefb, as the Day, and aflive, as the Light. 



No Miad that ever under me took Pay, 
From my Embrace went unoblig'd away. 
Blefs^ he, who in Love's Service yields his Breath, 
Grant me, ye Gods, fo fweet> fo wiih'd a Death j 
lnblo«dy Fields let Soldiers meet their Fate, 
To porchafe dear-bought Honour at the Rate : 
Let greedy Merchants truft the faithlefs Main, 
And (bipwreck Life, and Soul, for fordid Gain : 
Dying, let me expire in Gafps of Loft, 
And in a Gufh of Joy give up the Ghoft : 
Thenfome kind, pitying Friend (hall fmile and cry,' 
So didbe Un/tf andfo defer*v*dto dig.